punches home ya brain, and RENT ya thoughts, so son, im mad insane with words!
I'll fukkin drain ya herd, fill head with leads' peep how i put brains to words!..
your fames absurd! when Tonya raised u HERB! from the basket 2 free you come!
we see your dumb! unzip my pants' fuk his merk list..an straight: P on Young..
Comprehend to rink ya thoughts an sink ya drops with this pen-through!..
Only reason I took out the rule, was so your crew wouldn't vote against you!..
Identify ya Gender, with a crew of PRIVATES? lol..just press reply and center!..
Ill Knive contenders, open his guts intell his bloodline says: I SURRENDER!..
Yunghead your dumb threads I'll massacure, Think You'll survive my blows?!..
Arrive at shows with massive dicks, to take out his crew full of PRIVATE hoes!..
Glue ya EYES JUST CLOSED, so u can adjust to ya new enviroment!..
because i'll drop this kid easily' like ray charles do retirement!..

blah..no punches..I just stuck to personals and such..hope you this verse without my usuall punchlines..