~look let me Write some Shit, About A Punk Dyke-Bitch~
~Who Thinks Hes Cool, But Couldnt Be Touching a Used Ice-Pick~
~Dont Try My Patience, Or Go Past My Dynasty~
~Look Now, Watch What Secrets You Confide-In-Me~
~They Come Back To Bite-You, Like Snakes Attached-To-Ya-Ass~
~Man Your Rhymes Couldnt Bubble Over If They was A Batch-Of-Crack~
~I Hope Ya Seek-Defeat, Or Believe-In-Retreat~
~EitherWay, You Need To Be Like Fat People Runnin And Take a Seat~
~Ill Snap-Ya-Back, You lack Comprehending The Meanest~
~Bitch You Could Come Hard If you Inserted Cement Into Ya Penis~