Ayo Man After Me At The End Your Fucking Slaughtered -
Like How Jesus Was By Judas,/
Cuz You Never 'Come Proper' Like A Malnourished Eunuch,//
Faggot, I'm Makin' Sure This Loss-Is-Fatal,/
Hoe Ass Need To Go Back To Lip Gloss-And-Facials,/
Cuz You're All Bout Being 'Friends' Like "Ross-And-Racheal",//
But I stick To The Clit, Not "Dicks", But Niggih No Thank You/
Your Multi's 'Go No Where Fast' Like 'Gerbils On Tread-Mills',/
When I Bring Da Tec Your Head'll Be Like A 'Mechanical Pencil',/
What Da 'Lead-Fills',//
Your Organs'll-Get-Lifted, Shot Up And Dropped Like Porcel-ain-Dishes,-
I Spit Flows of Essence like Labyrinths-Of-Intellectual-Velocity/
While You Stay A Maggot With Faggots Stagnant-Ineffectual-Mediocrity//
Like "MisMatched Puzzle Pieces" Your Punches Don't "Make-A-Scene",/
Follow Your Real Aspirations Of What I Expect Out Of You, Becoming A Make-Up-Queen,/
Maybe It's May-Be-Lene! Cuz You're A Homo Gettin' Blazed-Like-Green, Follow your Gay-Pride-Dreams, Cuz Rappin's Not For You Dawg Wit That Brain-Like-Beans//
Sus-dick gettin Lined Up For Punches Like Fixed-Boxing-Matches,/
Nevah give props to niggaz, Cuz He's A Lip-Locking-Faggot,//
You "Don't Got Glocs" The Only "Caps That You Bust" Are On Your Multi's,/
Which Use More "Force" Than A "Jedi-Knights"/
You "Can't See Me Dawg" like " Red-eye-sights,/