Give you quik rap and bitch slap your mind design is pitch black
Holes thru your lines, like sweaters and knit caps

given so much head i call your fuckin ass- laptop
so much pussy in you couldn t wip the tar outta -asphalt

Im strait bannas to monkeys, everytime that i spit raps
No wonder they call ya shithead, its placed in your ass

Gimme a break, this kit kat just isn't a hershey
your style gettin throwNback, like old lakers jerseys

I look at empty milk cartons just to see your rymes missin
just like your lyrics skill and style over struggles for dissin

Your quik remedy for rymers aka writers block
is shedin clothin before closin lips rite down on my cock

Your thoughts of human downloading so you can have my spot
your not.... better yet your chances just went down a notch

Now you expired just so tired from my lyrical vile
lookin for those.. lyrics for hire.gonna be searchin awhile

forget it.. you been exposed so i suggest you retire
i send you West and spit your ass right thru the wire

Rap aint dicksuckin son if it was,you'de be inspired
Lyrics filled with so much heat, like athletes they perspire

Your ryme style resembles erosion all washed away
Eplosions in your mind overdosing on rymes i display

If your raps were helium son you still couldn t elevate
Your like a fat kid with broken leggs can't hold up your weight

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