Ha...ok Hatboy...
I cant stand this faker: whos shit rhymes should be on toilet paper-
Whos drops keep peeps -unmoved and pissed-off- like broken travellators.//
Plott sends U -trippen on ya loss- like rip-off travel agents-
Coz I handle haters- battle Plotta? U'd be smarter 2 swim with alligators.//
Dropp Mad shit 2 rap this crazy-head up like: STRAIGHT JACKETS-
Even if this spit was encoded script dog: 2 couldnt hack it.//
Ya blessed by wackness- akin 2 nun smack-addicts:
Witness Plott servin this faggot: like Im KICKIN BAD HABITS.//
Coz Madd ya wouldnt even exist if i hadnt bought ya Momma them drinks..
Now Im comin home 2 fuck the bitch till she screams-

So son- ya'll know its over: cos ya fat lady sings!//