You need to work on your lyrics because when you spit we don't wanna be near it/
Your multis are like chocolates they melt when under heat,
you think my voice is so soothing that you beat your meat/
Back off you fuckin fag not even fag boy elton John would fuck you with a bag/
Over your head I might add because your fucked up so bad it's almost sad/
Almost not quite like 2 bitches in a fight rare too see something as ugly as that/
But I got you "straight trippin" and leave your ass on the mat/
1 2 10 your ass is as good as dead I guess Elton didn't like you in bed/
Commiting suicide cause you can't perform/
That's in two ways If I were you I wouldn't have been born/
Ima leave you in the hospital in critical condition have you wishin/
like there was no competition/
hoping maybe this was just a reminition/