somebody call the coroner, this guys dead like the rock band "foriegner"
your moms called me up just to say thanks for whorin her
collectively you stank like ass foot and nuts, my rhymes like lemon juice to cuts
sting! your whole crew's comprised of sluts, i stay fat like Jabba the Huts
and rhyme dashingly, there aint no smashin me, i point at ya throat and show you where the gashin be
beat your ass with your face it's a "match" not a race, blaq is a disgrace defining "commonplace'
blow your voice out ya ass like catholics at mass,grab a crucifix and get cut with stained glass
i fucked ya grandmoms cause she wanted this dick, your rhymes is like her pussy, dry dull and "not slick"
you get "no props" like legless vets in sweat shops, my verse drops while your weak spit "flops", call the cops
no rules just right it's a one sided fight, your name is "blaq" cause your future "aint bright"