i'm in a rage, this i'll leave this teenager dying of old age/ with alzheimers from witnessing all the words on this page/
if you licked MJ's dick, not even then could you "taste" fame/
face pain bitch, the bars come at you, stinging your eyes like mace rain/

your a part of my spawn with your mom, in other words that ladys "litter"/
you ain't tryin to battle me, your just looking for another babysitter/
like kids who don't like their food, your just another "baby spitter"/
my intoxicating flows will leave you with the "Bailey jitters"/

your whole verse was weak, it stunk more than your ailing vomit/
while my punches are on point and flaming, just like hayleys comet/
i'll leave you howlin "praise the lord" like a fuckin "wailing amish"/

that was off my dome mutha fucka. taste the fury bitch, its over.