it go like this...............................

i need an interpreter to read ya shit, you struggle just to battle hard.....so learn//
get left wit battle scars, even if you spit after shave you couldnt stop this burn//1

respect my name, stop fingerin yo ass like lesbian bachelloretes//
connectin a punch wit me? be better off attackin sprint for service debts//2

my belt? you gotta earn, ya arms like wrists like ligament sists, you can't raise fists//
even the thought of you ''standin up'' to me..... seems ludacris//3

ya punches is painless, and mine come wit the force of a pistol//
that'll leave you wit so many holes that when wind blow, ya body whistle//4

to me you a joke, ya'll everytime he post, i laugh at him//
cause i know ill lay ya out and ya body will leak faster than the black album//5

you couldnt see me, if i stood in ya face in the sunlight//
and i don't have to rap to see you, i just download bum-fights//6

queer, bet ya bitch stickin a phone up ya ass the only time you gettin ''booty calls''//
metaphorically im battlin denise rodman, cause you always lookin up to grab balls//7

i dropped a few bars, but i could easily beat your verse wit just one//
like sperm donor kids, i leave this nigga not knowin where he came from//8