ya raps-couldnt-enchance-some-u-too-lame //nigga fuk rap go be a back-up-dancer-4-b2k//i stab-wit pokers and this nigga faget-chocha probably thought of that boygroup line when he was lookin AT-his-Posta//he FAke-n-frontin BAKERboy only into Make'n-muffins getchya appetite-stabed-n-slice when u getta Blaid-in-stomach//to the emergency-u-out//nothin but-Kids in ya slut-bitch i'll leave a Nurserey-in-her-mouth//and u dont grip-burners-to-clap// only heat u lifting is ya Crib-thermastat kid need to learn how to rap//and as far as da damge u doin wit ya lines ya punches-tickle// cuz watchu posted seem like a Bunch-of-scribbles//wat da fuk-u-thinkin ya shit SOft-weAk its nuthin but fluid when the barrel have ya Thoughts-leak //give-up-ya-hope// u a fake ass nigga cuz in ya raps u never Lived-watchu-wrote//in ya note-pad-well i aint a hatar u just gotta vocab of Second-grader //..............