i'm rippin with verses of hate destroying this fake, HE DONE/
this false he'll get ate up with one bite like eating DIM SUM//1
he ain't want none, the only way i'll give him 'props' is if i yelled his name/
cause the only way i'll think he was 'spittin hard' was if he did it in the pouring rain//2
He ain't got game like he couldn't kick a 'verse' playing soccer with his 'old-testament'/
how is he leading an 'exodus'* when no one wants to be in his damn REGIMENT//3
battle? I'm winnin it, then i'll bash u for ur cash/
leavin a gash so big leaving u feeling lost like toilet paper in biggies ass//4
this beef's a fucken laugh, like cows grazing on weed on a cattle-farm/
i'm leavin this cunt-harmed and choke him with this 'thread's' yarn//5
He PATHETIC, ms.cleo would spit prophecies betta/
for a bitch that talkz shiet, u aint got a lot of say//
ill expose ur true color, and show that ur a gurl turned gay//1
ur bonez couldnt hold a punch like a person w. os-te-o-pe-ro-sis*//
ur rhymez "poorly" put 2gether, u still couldnt get "rich" with-a-bonus
