Testi:
No Fun At All Second Best

to your house I see you waiting Turning over all the things I used to treasure Falling into something new and undetermined Not to worry, second best

up But now I'm long came Money's comin' slow A little at a time Nickels and dimes on my all night grind Ain't enough to survive Every second counts I

at night when I am not there Because I am in the streets like everyday Sorry for the things that I did not say Like how you are the best thing in my world

s kiss Rock a bye baby type 'Cause you know this track is hype It's off the hook, out of sight I'll try my best to enlight My potholes to a len Built '

Whatever one works best I'll make a mess upon shooting flesh, 'bout 15 holes in his chest Vandalism, taggin' all muthafuckas names on the wall Scandalism, dyin' over all

Okay I told you we was gonna get more acquainted at a time when you least expect it nigga I'm here to lay you to rest once and for all [coughing] You'

the rhyming Originality, that with all the great timing Cause rapping with authority is the style that I am using So when you're at a party and you get to choosing The best

way that I'd sweat you I bet you never thought we'd be the best of friends I had the best intentions, but let's pretend For a second we never met; would

for a second as I becken Abstract thoughts brought to the surface Watch as I burst this Rhyme flow I design slow moving tempos so the simple minded foes find my flows moving at