Don't worry, like a stripper's pimp, I'll make sure this hoe gets exposed//
Writes good-bye letters like a bitch, attention must be ur biggest wish//
But u turning into water is only way your presence would be mist//
He makes so many plaid threads, it's like he lacks fashion sense//
Like a soda, he's only good with Cubes, no wonder he is so dense//
I reign, dear, its gonna take more than Christ to sleigh me//
Cause mad cats are brilliant, which is more than just krazy//
You make a lot of noise when u receive blows, sort of like bad sex//
My fists are optometrists, they serve eye with perfect contact(s)//
Yeah, you got sonned divinely, but there's one other way you're like Christ//
Both were 33 when an adversary set u up for the ultimate sacrifice//