Aight
Ima lay my shit down like I was writin on a bed/
My rhymes so pleasurful it reminds us of how your bitch gives head/
We've all had a turn at the hoe train, we tried to refrain but she was smacked up on cocaine/
You'z like the shell for the bullet/ Contain the damage but not man enough to show it/
Fuck you and you crew the lyrical soldiers/ I'll lay your asses down with my lyrical boulder/ So hott that it lays you to smolder/
I'm an instant spitter, youz a quick quitter, cuz when I show up you know I'm the best hitter/
Youz an incomprehenable lyricist that's why you came to battle me so you could learn a little bit, that your wack ass shit, ain't got nothin on my moneymakin buisness/
McProfit makes no jokes but for you theres an exception a white ass bloke who obviously decided to take to much coke and now you left me herre with you. . .
Nevermind therres the joke.