Your shit reeks, an its sad cuz you've reached ya lyrical peak
Ya style's like pussy, only drops hot shit once every 4 weeks
You still wouldn't be hot if u got a jay-z's lyrics in an injection
U reflect imperfection, rhymes old & moldly, like they got a "yeast infection"
Your rhymes are weak, that shit I'm obligated to disguard
Cuz if ya rhymes took viagra they still couldn't "cum hard"
Your rhymes are shit, they're disgustin', they spue shit in mass
They got xactly disease, cuz they smell xactly like your ass
Its hard for u to envision, but your ass I'm a gonna plaster
Cuz if wack was a religion you'd be wack's "grand master"
I hate fack emcees like u, that try to act hard all the time
Hardest thing u've done is put exclamation point at the end of ya line
He dreams if being in G-unit, he fantasizes about being a real killa
Your in the zoo division of G-unit cuz u look like a actual "gorilla"
Your whole style and persona is gay, outta all fake's u the worse
Cuz ya gayness is so prominent that ya rhymes come wit a "customary purse"

Hold That jus a quick lilttle drop, Holla!!

__________________