u rhyme like bitches while im makin lines in my kitchen
snitchen even got my moms corpse put in a ditch n
u aint shit but a funky ass rhymer u remind me of my grandpa
on paint thinner primer. all fucked up cuz u know what time it is
cribs n blanky cryin cuz rhymin just left this bitch
im itchin for a bitch someone to suck my dick
all i came across was ur momma turnin tricks
sick n through with this im gonna eat my lunch
ur mommas uner tha table maybe ill give her a crum