I know you talkin like "Your so loony!"/
But when I spit you be seein more dropped jaws than in porno movies/
Fourty Oozies, that'll heat ya, im lettin the hammers/
Its useless writin at me, like they're letters to Santa/
Welcome to Hell, ya hangin with liars, strangled in fire/
You steady trippin off my bars like you was tangled in wire/
Have me unleashed on the street, and lock ya doors/
Bullets like acne medicine, when they hit you they unclog ya pores/
You can't beat me in this shit, but maybe you can try audio/
But even then you just a penis scab spittin up sorry flows/ haha
I'll rap gangsta, have a gun and I lit it and he bitchin/
Either way, you more like a reprint than a Limited Edition/
Why you even thinkin of winnin? Take your verse/
And trash ya fuckin boycott flows, cuz they ain't gon' work/

I hope you know what a boycott is