Yo John u talkin to my shit now u cant back down cuz Im here/
Ur end is near, ur rhymez r weak like if u were in first gear, I smell fear/
Look at thiz kid john, writin rhymez datz corny while drinkin cum/
Uz a chum, u bum, Try to rap like big pun, beware my gun, thiz shit just begun/
By ur rhymez ur only seven, I killed u instead of killin a revren, Im neva goin to heaven/
U lil bitch Im da devilz son havok 666 Im killin thiz kid whoz neva gonna be eleven/
Thiz stupid kid, luvin a man cuz he got shot by cupid, hopin he can ever do it/
Now he’z doin sex wit hiz man in florida and they’re sayin itz getting quite humid/
Yo kid Im like a mothafucin prisoner my rhymez iz getting me “past dem fuckin barz”/
Ima knock him out and he’ll start to see starz, at da same time Ima run ova wit my car/
Thiz kidz a transvestite whoz fuckin gay men all ova da place while I speak/
Wen I rap itz unique, I got u beat, cuz ya rhymez iz to weak, y r u aimin 4 my cheek/
Thiz kidz stupid Ima take hiz gun and shoot him in hiz head, more dan 50 got shot/
Instead of bulletz they my rhymez, and ya body iz gonna stop, den drop/

Datz it Im done, thiz waz no fun, I won and Im numba one, son/
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