Skobs - Bullsh** lyrics

I come up with sick punchlines, sock you n***as with my sick rhymes, i still listen to pac like old times, gonna k** the beat like a sharp knife, young teen leading on to a gentleman, im sure you will never hear about this again, all the rich folks should be called c**aine, blow this muthafcka up like a propaine, im high off this strain, capture the beat like an inmate detained, im ok with my life i can't complain, when im done with this track this sh** gon bang, im still the same character i never fckned changed, bums outside liquors shoot em some spare change