yo i dont know what your gonna spit/
all i know is that ur dad is yelling at you so u can give him some dick/i havent rapped in a while, im kinda rusty/i remember when u came to school with white shit in ur hair, it was crusty/i spit lyrical verses so intellectual, you dont understand them/its like strugglin to win a prize at a festival/now that u reminded me about moira, still beatin ur meat/concentrate on the battle, ur chokin ur dick so hard the friction is becoming heat/