Yo, speak mutha fucker I'ma start with a curse/
Fuck you up so bad that all yall niggas put together still couldn't imburse/
Enough cash to help save this mutha fucker on his way to the hearse/
You weaker than a diss that come from that wigga fred durst/
Beat 12 shades of shit outa ya an leave ya goooier than a pizza with a cheezy crust/
Boi trust my lust to spit at ya full thrust and get nothin back/
If all I get back from you is a half ass track rhyme thats more whak than frat crews/
Probably try ta hype up ya record when its got 15 or more interludes/
Forgive me for this, I ain't tryin to be rude, it's jus my style to be crude/
But when u leave the loo, you stink of shit and piss on the seat dude/
An still you run ya mouth like its gon be hard for me to defeat you/
If you gon act like a baby then thats how i'm gon treat you/
Speak on ya own level, ga ga goo goo/
Here, I'll open this door for you ta walk through/
Cos I'm 10 times you, 9x2 is me cos i grew/
so not to be on the same level as you/
Muller you like the yogurt, two scoops then i spew/
forgot you look an smell like shit, with a personality of a few/
Hundred misgruntled dwarfs with vertigo so don't want to grow/
Like your rhymes they ain't got nowhere to go, so they stay and gather dust down below/
Don't even try to speak to my spit and spill to my lyrical flow/
Cos in the end u'll probably die from aids after gettin some from a dirty ass ho/

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