look atl shawty,ima spit a ryme u may not like/
Gimme da 4.5, I cock it back, and then thers lost lives/
in your eyes, u see me with a villian with a knive/
im getting better from my sickness, but u still gon die/
theres nothing I cant define, if u wanna have a verbel battle ill bust a ryme/
I think it’s a sensible time, that u can get accquanted with my nyne/
My spit shine is so bright makes u blind, I bet u didn’t even right that shit/
coz u a web browser, a gay arousa but Im a lil fouler/
FUCK YOU! with cuss words u can not imagine/
but im out with the magic carper like aladdin/