Your crew don’t mean shit, even a mouse rolls with a click
Cheney must be Ptolemaic, coz your world revolves around Dick
Dissolving your spit, split you in half and leave you to die-section
Going down for attempted Murder, so you best revise Methods
Australian, but I’m reversing geography, because you’re beneath me
That’s why you modified your name, coz I’m over-C’s G (overseas)
You couldn’t cum with hot shit if your intestines attached to your balls
Getting slapped till u fall, now you’re back’s at the wall
You’re lines are so lame it’s like they’ve had all limbs amputated
I’m glad you hate it, your flow aint smooth, it’s granulated
Gradually graduated, smoke you to leave you like your avatar
Battling wack newbies in Front Lines shows how hard you are
I’ll carve you up, but I won’t take the pussy way out like a C-Section
Relieve stresses, like a Chinese family of four, you need les-sons