Yo ur illness is about as real as saying u have Skill//
Catching Herpes is the only way you'll ever be ill//
Ill snap your brittle bones n listen to them break//
This guys rhymes are faker than the tits of playmate//
U have to put lipstick on ur forehead to make up ur mind//
My spits r so dangerous my tongue has a stuntman this fake thug is mine//
Dont talk like you the king, you aint got flows//
U just a wannabe me, but u arent even close//
Mann y u rappin ur despised and hated//
Nothin good comes outcha mouth....ur lyrically constipated//