I'm always unfair to competition because it has never been fair to me. I kill and murder the competition, because it does that to me. I'm original in being the gangster who sends Inn's to the morgue due to their graphic nature. Inn's leave me no alternative than to lyricly kill these murderous people off. I premeditated how I'm going to end the lives of these Indians and I'm sure they cannot repent. I lie in wait to kill them and don't get charged. Too Indian isn't good, because they get all sensitive when it comes to talking shit. I've never met a cool Indian, because they think that their shit doesn't stink. Indians have no courage on the mic and they stand a lyrical chance of falling victim to my predetorial antics and intentions which are in writing. As the gangster, I run out on poor Indians to give them a heart attack first in the media. Indians look like they tak hot sh*ts, so that means that they know that they look extremely disrespected by my countenance. I cannot respect the Indus Valley people because I'm always challenging them to a fight because I am better than them and we're not equal by any means. I call out all Indians and I'll fuck all of them up for sure, so there is not one that I can't murder molest. My lyrics are colder than the coldest night in India or Pakistan. My disrespect to these brown-burnt orange colored people is boo boo legendary. Passing them on the depth chart is what I do to them just like I did the white boy, Kevin Mitchell #39 for Oregon, because he sucks in the eye of the beholder compared to me and so do the Indians...yeah uh.
