I slap-pricks, and lace imbombing fluid into your chap-stick…
Wrap barbwire around ya neck, and drag you through oncoming traffic…
You see-flame, from my street-slang, like injections whenever i sting-brains…
Dont point blame, wen i shove a knife up your ass, so your shit will finially bring pain…
You bore me, with your incredible ignorance, but thats another story…
0 wins? we all know that number should be in a diffrent category (-10)…
This boy-is-full, of bull shit, im loaded with a full clip, when ever i toy-with-fools…
I read ya verse against Professor , and his was more enjoyable…
When ya momz found out she was having a baby, she wanted to keep the kid…
She didnt want to have an abortion, but now i bet she wishes she did…
Like broken pencils, theres no point to even plex-with-this-dude…
Watch me drop ya shit quick, like dyeria after Mexican-food…