(Verse 1)
Yo it's me The Real Cloutman
I Just stole a couple beats then ran till noon
Wrote some rhymes and spit em might till june
You might hear them soon
Alright I Left the school in the ghettos
Been filling my memos
To start selling my demos
Ben helping find my tempos
Finding myself like Nemo
Cancer to the game, it needs chemo
Remember the name like Fort Minor
Temper to blame on a fortnight, go and sign her
I Made this just for fun Because I was having none
I'm not trying to be one and done
They told stop till you see the sun
Or until I see my name up in lights
So I don't have to watch the high school fights
Can't wait to see that sight
Man that'll be a good night right?

(Break)
Ay hold the fuck up I ain't done

(Verse 2)
But if I get to that level
How will I control my mental
State like a vile debate
TND will never give me a rate
Will that be my fate?
So I why should I wait for the day
Instead of my dismay
Into a void of annoyed employed fuckers
Just steroid suckers
That send asteroids of tabloids
To a guy named Llyod
Who lives in a destroyed world
A perished land in peril
Where the ground is sterile
Living in a barrel with no carol from Will Ferrell
(fuck)
(finally got that shit done)