Ya rhymes are tasteless and blan like spam
U to gay to rap, u take more cumshots than diapharms
You stay talkin' bout all the heat ya rhymes bring
But forget to mention that u eat more ass than g-strings
The truth about u will give the whole forum a real scare
Cuz fact is ya can't spit cuz you stay chockin' on ball hair
Its sad cuz you think your style clever and witty
Reality is its played an overused like janet jackson titty
I stay wit 2 techs but I never get ejected
If wack was a disese you'd be the first bitch infected
The fact that you pick a mic should be a federal crime
Cuz even if you hollared at ya rhymes, u couldn't "pick up lines"
I stay wit my twins, but I ain't talkin' bout serena an venus
Cuz my punches cum so hard they leave you tatsin' penis
You hypnotize but my rhymes skills mattery of patterns
An dizzy cuz my punches put more rings around ya head than saturn

Hold That, Son reppin' Southside Queens in this mothafucka Holla!!!!!

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