Why Wesley Bustin' My Rhymes?

My homey Wesley Willis crossed the damn line with his non-Shag-likin' s#!t, writin' damn songs about how he been whippin' my ass and how I'm a poseur and stuff. Y'all can step up and see what he said right up in here. Hey! That s#!t ain't in the cards, man! He knows where he can take his damn schizo ass, right down the street to the damn meat house, that's where!

Anyways, yo check it out. Jus' cuz two wrongs don't make a right don't mean you always gotta be making a right, know what I'm sayin'? A'ight. So this here's a little tune I wrote up to represent to Wesley.

Wesley Willis is a Stupid Ass (It's Where the Mall Is)
by MC Shaggity-Shag

I'll be takin' ya ticket,
Yo go eat a cricket
If ya thinkin' a bitin' my rhymes
Ya better kick it
Cuz I'm out like Cheeto cassarole,
Cool like pink lemonade,
Wanna ride in my bus
Ya gotta get up in the bitch parade.

(refrain)
Wesley Willis, (it's where the mall is,)
He's a stupid ass!
Wesley Willis, (it's where the mall is,)
He's a stupid ass!

Yo I'll be eatin' ya nachos 
In the freestyle panty jam,
Ridin' ya biscuit train
With the seniors to the Hoover Dam.
Hold ya nose turned up 
To the wicket
Make ya brain a train, terrain
Bambi in the thicket.

(repeat refrain)

And now I'm out like a shout
Ya gotta dig it, 
School is cool, don't zag,
Ya gotta zig it.
Rockin' my rhymes on time
I got class,
I say, hey Wesley my bitch,
You a stupid ass.

(repeat refrain, ad nauseam)

Yo', I think it says all there is to know. Peace out, say no to drugs. Ahh-yeeeah.

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