i can tell your a bitch you dont come with the right baratone
i can smell it in your pheremones
i'll make ya carry on
like fallen soliders burryin they own
i'll break every bone in your body and pull out ya spinal cord
i'll have you callin RB administrators lik"yo..dog this isn't what i signed up for"
im throwin jabs to your nose that will clear up your sinuses
and i'll leave ya lines grounded like i was working for verizon kid
you couldn't rip shit so why the hell you battlin
if this was the lyrical olympics you get impaled by the javelin