^^^You've been sonned.. its already written.. its time to face tha facts
ain't talking pants.. when i say your whole attempt at rapping slacks
You got an ice cream cones chance in a furnace.. to come out with tha win
Theories spitting at Aguhny's ankles.. cuz his talent only reaches his shin
Crushing this herb daily... dosen't leave that much room for a personal
So i'll inscribe Kaos on ya coffin... so that Aguhny's loss will be eternal
Urenal trying to spit? I'd tell you to piss off.. but you'd just run off yellow
You punch hard? They don't touch me.. even when i sleep on em' like a pillow
Don't be mistaken.. he's got skills.. plus talent<-- But thats where it goes wrong
...Cuz tha only skill Aguhny's got... Is going sun tanning with his clothes on

G/luck