U gettin ‘sonned’ (sunned) but aint ‘hot’…like there’s a ~break in the clouds...
U couldn’t spit ‘raw’ chewin a bloody ~steak in ur mouth...
I gave some consideration to who’d win this encounter...
U like a ugly prostitute they way u were ‘discounted’...
Psychiatrists couldn't find meanin…in the bullshit u write..
Cos even if ur 'raps' started 'shrinkin'…they still wouldn't be tight..
fuck dropping hot shit, I fart on mc's...
breathe easy, yah delivery is shakier than a mail man with Parkinsons Disease...
If you were the livest at old RB, this board must've been a funeral home
shut yah "pie hole" I'll serve hot slices to yah face "what you want on yah tombstone?