You not ‘seeing straight’ cause you being ‘ate’, and my ‘plate’ is ‘off-center’, think you a winner? You better ‘break-fast’ cause I eat’Champions’ for ‘dinner’//
Vision blurred, receiving punch rememdies in double doses, they don’t tear the fleash, just the ‘bones’, causing early stages of ‘ostio-perosis’//
Whipped like slaves on never-ending days, strapping long-bars for you, you and B-Boys ‘don’t fit in’ like ‘5 obese asses in a car for two’//
Sulfuric phospate sprayed in your pops face and nucleaic acid for you bastard , yeah, I got your ‘shit covered’ like ‘diapers’ when’ babies blast terds’//
Thinking you’re a ‘bad boy’ for writing fuck you on old dudes, if you going crazy over this ‘spit’, ‘what will you do when I ‘cum’ for you?’//*

Remember the song…Bad Boys, Bad Boys…Whatcha gonna do?…..Spit = cum…you get it…..