Once opon a time when NewYork was young-N-slow.
There was a boy that would not grow.
And as he got older he became wise.
But in the battles the votes would not rise.
He got mad and became a bad thug.
But he izn't as slow as a slug.
His parents cried as he got shot.
But they were happy... He never sold pot.
Or crack or meth he was smarter then your average MC.
But he could not see that he was not a G he was a enemy.
And as he was resurected from the dead.
He remembered something some one said.
"I rather die a man then live a cowerd".
And the lil boy thought and said Word.
8-Mile was down the west side road.
And to get there he hade to pop the code.
And he cried as his dad got really sick.
And then was shot and revenge was certain to kill rick.
But death was not the answer no revenge most be much more painfull.
So he mett this babe named beautiful.
And she told him a bad ass plan.
First he had to kill dirty dan.
The end was near death was ready.
But the boy said keep your shit steady.
One night the boy lost it and put 13 bullets in the faggot.
the dirty dan slit the boy in the back and stuffed him wit pot.
Not the boy is a ghost.
Still out killin the Evil Host.
