you want philosophy's, i'm sick of you hiphopkrecyz/
you could never rock a beat, i'll fold the four corners of earth an make it isoseles/
call me a hermit the werdsmith, draining your vaginal juice into a thermis/ leaven you nervous like virgins with more vd'z that vermons/
yo im all facts kid even threw keyboards an plastik your still getting your ass kicked/ you could be coca cola and still wouldn't classik/
it's metamorphes leaven your mic cordless with zero remorses/ your parents were too poor to afford it, why're you here when you shoulda been aborted/
as for your position it's fetal, batteling me is like an insision with a needle/ a circumsision to your peehole, while you invision a perverted image of vin DIESEL.