Noobs to me are like a balloon... bursting under pressure
Full of air… like I care… if skill was hair… you’d be uncle fester!
I’d contest ya… will… cos ima kill ya premature
But with your ability… id owe the courts… for sure!
Yes manure comes to mind… cos to the rim your full of shit
Ya couldn’t hit the clit… if the lips were a meter… in width!
Call me the sith… from the darkside… I’ll call you wicket
A deformed midget… good for nuthin like a beer widget!
So quit it… ya couldn’t 'provoke' a fight if ya tried
Cos ya like a potato chip… ya unhealthy and getting fried!