Your rap, Yeah it's crap. I would say it sucks, It's a must, you'd fuss. Quite hilarious to be true, All of those "words" spitting out of you. You can try, Your lyrics are fried. You think your a genius, Shit, I wouldn't classify us to be the same genus. Sunshine? Girl please. You whine. On your knees. Fight with words, Lady come on.. Your words are turds, That's not a song. Whatever you are trying, If I said it was good, You know I'd be lying. You aren't, "Hood." Stop trying to rap, It's crap. You ain't gangster. You ain't hardcore. Lady, this is an app from the apple store. There's no gang, no fights No reason to curse, not right. Try all you want, Try to be a poet.. I'll be non-chalant.. You suck, I'll let you know it.