I'm sitting here with a pen and a pad
trying to write hasty words about my past
my ass has been kicked and my back has been stabbed
and I'm bleeding becoming mean and I don't mean to be bad
I've had enough rough bad reviews
my residue is not what everyone else spews
so if you wanna clean up the shit I've spit up
you'll have to save it to give the next girl a lift up
I'm sick of shit these gay rappers say
"her shit is wacked and bad," don't tell me to elevate
because I read your open mic last week
and it sinks, it's like cheap wine you don't wanna keep
I'll battle any cat who gets on the saddle
don't fall off, you'll break your backbone
and you won't have shit to insult me with
you never did anyways, your good shit is a myth

Can't come up with a hook so look at what I'm writing
sighting a white rapper with a fracture in her eyelid
'cause I don't see the colors that hover this game
black and white, what about purple and grey?
Talented or not, I don't give a fuck
I'll write any shit to make you shutup
put away those puke green team caps
and those Brooklyn t-shirts should be put in the trash
walk the strut like a mut who can't rap
grab your sack and go join your phrat
two personalities walking the plane
the game only has enough fame to give to one name......