Off's punches so surreal it makes yah flesh peel... its funny fag?
cuz if beautys only skin deep, why dont we just skin money bags?/
Rhythm Godly...Blasphemer...Crucify F on the church steeple...
Blast Away!! I put more slugs in you than fuckin French People!/
your punches, eh, never felt lighter-knocks I leave fighters-rocked...
my frees are murderous...gettin stoned by writers-block!/
F's on the defensive and blockin every punch...With His Face!!
Center...leaves his shoes untied...But Bags is gettin Laced!!/
My raps-out, smackin the champ....Im winnin this belt bout,
Hittin so hard even his mouse and keyboard tap out.../
Not the best kept secret anymore! on the front page of a rap board-
"Today we found F-Money Bags strangled with a mouse cord"/
and I'll suplex this text champ....yah gettin fessed tramp...
Im ranked-four but I spank-whores...got yah neck clamped.../
howd you got six wins? a bit suspicious...ridin a mans pole...
rhymes vicious, and I knew yah style was wack on the whole// (on the hole)


no show my ass....