you're styles pretty wack,and i aint even heard it/
thats why im gonna rip you from your head to your cervix/
any shit that i give you,you deserve it/
cos you remind me of whiskers,only real pussies prefer it/
you would have only won battles with luck in the past/
youve got more chance of hitting spots by getting fucked in the ass/
and less chance of actually beating me/
than a fat fuck on an eating spree suffering from calorie defficiency/
youve no efficiency/you're not sufficient for dissing me/
ive heard better shit when im giving off gaseous emissions illicitly/
you should be quitting b/cmon,admit it/
you could sit on a toilet and you still couldnt shit it/
i know you're a dumb fag and before you say just one minute/
most queers come out the closet,you're the only one who comes in it/
im done with it....nah...fuck it im joking/
im waiting to chase you and your boyfriend on your honeymoon eloping/
knock you both down in my car while im rapping some ill flows/
send up in the air your suitcase full of dildos/
on the real though,im finished/
and tell you're mother popeye aint real,she dont get muscles from spinach/