Born to Kill, born to get filled/
Bitch battle on line, cause wit that weak shit, get his shit spilled/
Ya punk ass cant be for real/
Comin wit shit like-I show they every flaws/
Yeah cause you stay unda tables, lickin hairy balls/
You bitch, you hoe, you reak what you soe/
I'll reak yo punk ass bloody, and leave you to cry hoe
Come on man, you know ya shit weak/
Thats what I was sayin, you battle on here cause you cant take that bull ish to the street/
You'll get yo ass smaked, and burnt wit the heat/
So you betta watch ya fuckin mouth faggot, cause it might be me/
Hang yo tired ass, from a tree by yo feet/
So despite yo whackness, you "get merked daily"
I know you thinkin how this muthafucka gone play me/
Cause you my entertainment, I play and laugh at you yo/
You be on some lame shit, they get mad but dont blast atchu though//
Next time, you and Wack the Bitcher shut the fuck and be real. Next time hommie, holla at me maynt. I'm ya boy right?