itte
yo im spitfire u code 187 that sounds 11\\
need to hang ur name an send it to heaven\\
shyte boi u an't gotta clue\\
imma blow ur loss record up larger than micheal jackson rapein u\\
betta keep dat on da low just like this battle\\
imma make a fool of u so bad, u crawl back in yah crip play wit yah rattle\\
u can't have everything yah way\\
dis an't burger king wit a new mato keep it gay\\
ya wak u plain out stupider than s.p.e.d person\\
duh y u was sayin cause yah voca is getting to be all cursein\\
you on yah own cause no crew would clam u\\
u sitting at tha computa desk paintin yah nipples blue\\
ahah you doing dat because ya trying to pretend u in my crew\\
dat text line had u so mad u forrgot about the issue\\
betta run to yah moms crib an tell her tha whole thing geta tissue\\
u should give dis game up an retire\\
go out an get a real job ,its ova see whos up 4 hire\\