You ain't sick you ain't shit but I know you a bitch..
Think your avatar is hot but you ain't given'er no dick..
I hold clips, in the grip of my palm..
Bang at ya face hit ya whole crew and then lay down ya moms..
You rhyme calm, when I flow you guarenteed to blow up like bombs..
The only time you gettin' lucky is when you eaten them Charms..

Nisely done...