Hey, Today, was pretty good, and Mrs. A,  she is not hood, she should, have told me to stop, but no not with pop, with some noodles, oodles, cup and then i doodled, because i got a good grade on the test, but no not the best, and to the rest, of yall, who wont fall, to the stereotype, keep it tight, and feel alright, because yo, you gotta know, that afta school, i was a fool, when i went to golf, and yo i rofl, wit my bud trev, but then i get a call, and hall, balls, down to my lady, the only one that make me, drop my plans, at the drop of a hat, but yo i wanna be her man, and not get fat, sorry pat, i throw a bag her way, one day, i plan to smoke a jay, cuz im SWJ, Sir William Jon, and if you hittin it through a can pipe you hitting it wrong, and here baby take the bong, cuz we will smoke all night long, and to you baby boo, I am Will, and i chill, and kill, your sadness, you the best, and for the rest, of the fools, fuckin tools, i will get you food, like brownies, the clownies, eat all these, and smoke trees, they get super stoned, but not all alone, with all their friends, and to the ends, of the Earth, i give birth, to genius, and breath thus,ly, and you see, who i be, trust me, i be like Bruce Lee, and  beat thee, to a pulp, like Pulp Fiction, man i got an addiction, for Tarantino, i be no fool, i trust in you, to do, what you hafta do, and make it true, so you aint blue, and who, do you think, wont stink, up you mind, i am kind, and will help you unwind, with time, so i hope you find, this rap, and it hap,pends, to be , where you see, on the web, and i bet, that you, i can trust to, understand, my plan, as a man, no not Stan, i am Will, and i kill, the spider, but not a fighter, get a lighter, hit the pipe, alright, wee feeel right, tonight.