U say I use nursery rhymes and thier not striaght//
but atleast my dicks big enough to masterbate//
you think these boys gonna listen to what u say//
come on bitch tupac has a better chance of joinen the KKK//
bet u would love to go to the never never land ranch with micheal and play/
face facts triple n your GAY /
you suck and you cant beat me your battelin for a lost cause//
you rymes are weak and slower then an atari game on pause//
u talked alot of shit and wont be forgiven//
but the way u spit you give me amunition//
to believe u really dont have an intrest in livin//
we kno your rymes are weak i give you credit u gave it good ambition//
Your punches don't hurt, and they don't connect//
Just like your dick and sperm, they're recked...infirtile...it don't take effect//"
Triple Your rhymes are like marshmellows their "soft"
shit you already lost ill go get my grandma and let her finish u off//