u say i cant rhyme a verse 4 shit,yet rhymes hit yo face each time i spit,bitch da only
spit,u have is when u suck cum from dick,n at least im all round n u got fake tits,
filled wit silcone bitch,dis chick,gangsta i see nuttin but white boys in here clique/

i rhyme,perfectly on each 1 of my lines,ima manipulate dis hoe into swallowin 9's,
n im not tlkn bout da inches of my dick,but dis tek i spit blowin out of her mind,
i came back 2 take da win dat rightfully mine,i cant rhyme,bitch must b sleepin
due 2 effects of drinkin 2 many glasses of wine,sit down hoe dis my time,2 shine/

"i think your ugly..but i might hang your picture on my wall,itd scare intruders from
breaking in..whilst im out on call",so u do make booty calls,i knew u was hoe n there da answer
after all,only fight u had is when u n ya pimp,n ya bed havin a brawl,n da only rhythm u got
is when ya moans n bed frame poundin da wall,dis transvestite piss standin up in da stall,
get over urself its clear u admire me dats why my picture's hung up on ur wall/

ur fuckin wit a lyrical genius,so y dont u n ya peeps step away from my penis,
cuz ive been droppin bombs ever since i was a fetus/

i feel sry fo your parents,ya birth musta stooped the whole marriage,unlike cinderella
yo ugly ass will neva be da fairest,wit a face like dat even god is embarressed/

claimed in da beginin no beef but she dealt da gravy,n dis bitch so desperate she goin crazy,
but u best respect yo pimp bitch n pay me,or they gonna need puzzle specialist 2 perform
ur autopsy if u keep fuckin wit me,u pm'ed me like 10 times da otha day u musta liked my company/

ima continue 2 b a pain her mouth wit my dick in yo jaw,fuck dis on goin beef im killin dis
bitch 4 pissin me off,like wyclef n mary ima have her singin "sum1 plz call 911" cuz im breakin
da law,dis post n my gun was da last things she saw,i guess dat'll teach ya not 2 piss me off/

good luck n like da rules say......:
NO DICK RIDERS
NO HATERS
NO RE-WRITIN VERSES GOT ME GOOD LUCK