Get smashed wit ease, I say words louder than action speaks
you're ur a junky, buggin off downers, crack n speed
tappin’ keys, wit ashy knees, needle tracks, n’ nasty teeth,
his whole social life is revolvin around his dad’s PC
Write you're fuckin garbage bums dicking trash cans
Your style has passed hands worse than high school class rants
Ya whole rap styles kitty litter a shitty mixture I’m mini-hitler, you’re as frightening as titty twisters
get hit wit a stray, from rocket fire from missle arrays,
you’re a fag workin at Foot Locker... officially gay