I let loose my harpoon-pull yuh in like scorpion cuz,
and its pure fire when I finish you, I spit fire when I does//
whose this Jay-walking, gay-talking, limp-flow-spitting-puerile blimp
even if it was your first name...ya still won't be called "pimp"// (Check profile
ya flow-s wired like a puppet... so I'm hired to stop it,
y'all know my rhymes are heavy, can't help but to drop it//
shots fire indescriminate, your demise is all but imminent
and I don't use heat-seekers...would be suicide in a statement//
I quote a note meaningful..."Picture means a thousand words"...//
although your 'dis' plate-seems- full, I read a gay dogg trying to be heard while he's more stoned than a quarry he hurries to drop his sh*t....// (his signature picture)
even if u wear an iron panty you'd still get licked//
quick to drop lyrics that you've soldered and hacked...
irrelevant shit goes back to 8-tracks and MJ black,
mack daddies, Tupac alive and furry kangol hats...//
shit couldn't keep me from sleeping if I was an insomniac//

After Ive skimmed your epistle I will surely crave a prozac,
and would only backtrack to read back if I have a fetish for crap//
clap back like Ja Rule... I don't care....yo rhymes are wack...,
while u eat dick as a rule...eatin pussies is my attack//

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