Style Thus Far Prof

[Verse 1]
Ahem, start. I gotta play my part
It has been too long with me not on them charts
And when I say I'm average, I'm just being mean
My mode is, I got the whole commode that stays clean
I stay on the jay-o, I'm always on the clock
Like I was in jail, I'm holding down my spot
Yes, I'm young, full of cum, and dumb
Half-way retarded on the microphone, son
Nike brand condoms: Just Do It
You better get the fuck outta my way before I lose it
That's where my crew sits, you should leave now
Dap-dap, love-love, then you can peace-out
You should know me by now, bitch, I'm fire
Put me on stilts, your boy's higher
You got step-up for dinner? Pass the plate
My hangover is the wrath of grapes
Aww man, sometimes I feel guilty
I beat the shit outta tracks and stay filthy
Other times, I'm like a Miracle Blade
I stay on point, and I cut all day
Somebody tell me stop rappin'
Cause if it c-continues like this, then something is gonna happen
Somebody's gonna get in trouble or killed
I don't know what the fuck to do or know how I feel
Daddy always used to put me down
Pound to the ground, and keep me down
Not even a sound, -?-
No one's seen a thing in town
And now it's later, later, and he's dead, dead
The pastor tried to save him, that's what he said, said
The Lord talked to me, but that's bi-polar
My balls is so big, I carry 'em in my stroller
I sip from my Thermos, I keep it cool man
Chill out, lean back, and do the toucan