when i was growin up as a kid on the East Coast//
my raps made MCs think of themselves as toast//
as i eat em up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner//
since then, my raps have become phat, not thinner//
raps are bout keepin it real not all this fake gangsta shit//
thats why the majority of rappers don't seem to fuckin fit//
makin rhymes bout the same thing such as killing and homicide//
about escalades and guns and livin on the west side//
when they live in ohio or somtin, thats how gay they can be//
thinkin that they are pimps when they are wimps you see//
they walk around like they own the place as an MC//
when in real life, they are just the average wannabe//
they make up stuff such as"I got a Gangster Degree!"
what the fuck is that? bitch, you dont understand me//
you aint a rappa you just a regular boy//
you don't rhyme, you just fuckin annoy//
thats why rap is made fun of//
cuz kidz think itz all bout groupie love//
life az a gangsta shouldn't be that compassionate//
itz about the crimes and streetz and life bein innaculate//
so agree wit me that these wannabes should be delt with//
i made this rhyme to inform you cuz i just saw the fifth//
WANNABE
