This faggot’s so shook his fur stands up plus the hair-on-his-nuts//
Your verse is like starrin-at-sluts, It wouldn’t “suit” my needs even if it was wearin-a-“tux”//

Beating this lame kid, you’re just a “puss” like your “avys”-image// (his avatar)
Wack A**, youre finished, punch lines “pop” your “eyes”, no need to “grab-me-spinach”// ( Popeye)

My-laughter is because of ya lines-cracker, I’ll make ya spine-fracture//
Cuz I'm "mentally ahead" of you, like your running through my "mind-backwards"//

So how many names you had huh? Im sure this chumps-a-gimmick//
Youd never make the “step up”, like Forrest Gumps-lieutenant// (was in a wheel chair)

Bum, you’re finished, a diminished geek, so just let ya mind-dream//
While I leave ya frame played out, like them lines in your rhyme-scheme//

You will need-a-nurse, when these-disperse, left and rights never knowing which meets-him-first//
But honestly, do you think anyone is going to read-your-verse//

Your career disbanded, I mean this man, for instants//
We all know that illness stays out of your “bars” like good Christians//

Look at this kid tryin to spit, son I'm taking ya life with forces//
He's been around the “block” a few times, the one with "writer's" before it// (writers block......blah)

Man ya lines-atrocious, boy sign in again so you can find-some-voters//
Ill grab ya back and teach ya spine-aerobics, cos ya aint a “big deal” like a “midgets-signin-bonus”//

Now you see it plain-and-clean that what I contain-is-mean, ill sever ya head so I can stain-the-scene//
Its insane-to-see about how I’ve slain-the-queen, cuz I wouldn’t “feel” nothin if ya verse “brailed”-my-screen//

good luck......lol