Killin u of bear style at truck stop restaurants,
Fucked ur daughter so hard from eight miles awey u could hear her grunts,
Spit once and i murdered u compare my text to hollywood stunts,
Though u where ill but ya text is thiner than ma morning blunts,
Use ur face as an ashtray, can't dodge when ma verses spray,
molded text out of emotion created a gun out of clay,
Everyday u pay respects cause my words are wider than panaroma display, ur style dried out to crisp fuck i aint got time to play, tair ur ass up like a turkey on tanksgiving day. Biatch