You stand there, stutter, brains like butter,

You dissed your father, sister, your mother,

Times have tried too hard to your answer to give up instead of live up,

To the stance of a man, understand that i'm a right hand,

Five out of five will die, from crack and on my left the birth the same and the same birth (?),

The kid once did and now his death is echoed around the world for all to hear,

So let's have a merry new year

Yo grace, school 'em.