We're Still #1 Freestyle

Teats and Thurston Howell, and yelling Wordsworth
My mother smoked crack Eye had a premature berth
I'm just a nerve purse with badly disturbed nerves
Yew wanna bee the won too step up and get served first
99 % of aliens prefer Earth
Come hear too rule the planet, storm on yaw turf
Eye hid a secret message inside of a word search
With smeared letters, runnin together and blurs spurts
Hang with mail shovenest pigs and perverts
Eye point water pistols at women and squirt shirts
Bean a bad buoy since diapers and Gerbers
My first words whirr bleep bleep and curse curse
Never had shit and Eye still don't deserve dirt
My breath still stinks, and I'm on my third cert
Digging out my stitches, and hollering nurse nurse !
Yew said this shot wood numb mi this shit just hurts worse !