Why you rappin shit like i'm intollerant/
stupid twat thinks I'm adolescent/
I gots me more pubic hair than all thats on ya head/
an bigger errections that seem to make feeble people dead/
Spit weak rhymes and I'll rip you to shreads/
Postin real weak shit on all these threads/
I'm wanted in fourty countries by the feds/
cos killin you seem to make them fret/
I'd like to say you fucked my mate called bret/
But the gay jokes don't go nowhere like ya threads/
If ya gona talk about the weather then tell us why to dread/
The stom thats comin in ya momma's bed/
she like a bike man, everyone's had a ride/
Its too late for you to duck and hide/
cos you stepped up to me so now i'ma whoop ya hyde/
I know I can't say that I never tried/
To fuck you up an all you did was cry/
I'm hopin in the end we'll all be friends/
and you won't leave this shit like you gon an died/
cos this shits done an you done cried an died and ascended into the sky/

holla back

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