(Is the spacing acceptable, Ted?)
Unfairman so hot, kickin' that new doo he got,
careful you don't get shot....
bring your tickets...to the gun show,
and when he plays croquet best believe
he make it through every wicket you silly ho.
Now you know...the one whose farts smell like a rose,
you girls keep sweatin' him even when he's pickin' his nose,
and as his legacy arose, I'm kickin' poetry and prose...
scribbled down in this book,
and better duck down punkass posers when you're drivin' through Cook,
I know you're shook, just a small time wanna be big time crook,
there's more fish in the sea and even more in the rivers and brooks.
Unfairman got the bait, l
ike the moon's gravitate...tional pull,
and keep smilin' unless you want him to liberate your brain from your skull...
believe it cowards, my man chris got kung fu powers,
and ladies know this man goes on for hours,
so take a cold shower and await his commands,
I got love,
you got love...
for the Unfair...man.