NOTE: Rap seems quite a clash of my character. Go figure.
“I hate Goofs” by Manuel Ulliac. Unfinished.
To all you feminazis lookin to stop me knock me drop me lookin to lock me lookin to out me doubt me pissin on everything about me. Well I got one little message for you. I got a fact if you can’t get a clue cuz, baby, I got a rhyme every time you wanta dis me. I want every man, woman, child rappin it with me.
I hate goofs more than you do, bitch. I hate goofs more than you do.
I hate goofs more than you do, bitch. I hate goofs more than you do.
Paedophiles coat a dick with candy and smiles, rape a girl go to rehab get a job say “I’m sorry it’s cause I’m a slob.” Mr. High who thinks he’s fly, girls walkin out with black eyes. Everyone is askin why. Everyone wants to deny. The talk shows of bimbos and old hos gripin their story and Mr.Psychology adds a little speach with hooks of autographing books. Well guess what I do with my spare time, pullin my Glock 9, hot blades that feel fine. I welcome anyone to my basement, why cry it’s free food for my dog tonight.
I hate goofs more than you do, bitch. I hate goofs more than you do.
I hate goofs more than you do, bitch. I hate goofs more than you do.