To D. Silver
I don't get you kids talkin about your guns clapin
It's like your sittin with your mom's your toungs lapin
Your suckin on dicks..like your names J. Edger Hoover
I'm huggin your sisters curvs like a porsche tryin to manuver
Talkin about chaps, is that what you wear over in Auckland
I have you riding a roller coaster like your from Park Land
Your Pop eye huh, then why are your punchs so weak
Didn't get enough spinich in your pipe so you could tweak
Like mimed waiters huh? that must mean I'm not talking
And if that's the case then why are you rocking
Yeah, I said case because I took it Like my name was Mason
You know the one the guy named Perry hes the one your facein
I'm done with this guy with wack rhymes and fake crimes
I don't know why you rap, I guess your family fell on hard times