Wow, that rap was crap, but now I’m back. I’ll school you, make you drool too. It hasn’t taken me much time, to come up with a better rhyme. You all be hatin’ when I come out slatin… all you pushers and posers and people with no lives who play with toy bulldozers. What are you six? Go pick up sticks! You’re all so small, although I’m not so tall. Paul out bitches. I’m terrible at this.