I'm sick and tired of pretenders coming and spittin' bare minimums
Your rap skillz need salvation cos there's nothing but sin in them
I'm like the Angel of Death, serving this fool like Tomy Roma's
VanillaByMidnight, BounceDogg, Futile Mirage are all in comas
The last two - you're time will come, for now I'll deal with this other clown
Such a shyt name, got no game, what good's ever come outta T-Town?
If you know that I was coming, you'd have sold your Dell time ago
I tracked you down on your phone number, 1 800 (dash) Dial-a-hoe
Before u say it, "Oh Proliphik can't get girls without paying cash!"
Man, at least I f*ck pu$$y, while your d!ck's always drilling a$$!
You kick in many more back doors than the FBI,
Looking for iffeminate men just to be your "Bed Me" guy
Get the f*ck off the net, you're just a plague of locusts
Coming 'round us straight folk, co yu waan spitroast us
New to RB? You're new to the rapping game period
You're wack as hell, fool, but the brother ain't hearing it
You need to count yourself lucky, on you I've gone easy, son,
But as far as foes, go, you're a relatively easy one

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