Rhymin like a bitch, jus gona leave you slangin in a ditch
This little fucker is more annoyin than an itch you cant reach
By the time you've read this, you'll be ruined and broke
So wrap the keyboard wire around your neck and choke
The Grim Reaper calls for u, ur death by my lyrics will be cold
Your jus a cheap immitation, a rip off, jus like white gold
Breakin down this bitch, leave him stuck in a full body cast
Leave you on crutches, left behind and totally surpassed
The only way you could raise any funds, is by lifting a till
Now do everyone a favour...
... and O/D on some sleepin pills