i got'cha had cpu problems

mine as well post up a corpse, either way youll 'drop dead
set flames to the spindle, but never spot a hot thread
im like manson with a tazer how i stun-and-kill-fags
coat his train wheels with aids and still wont 'run-an-ill-track
equip my dick with spinning blades, watch how this bastard-gets-cut
cuz hes just like a greedy squirrel, always after-my-nuts
1st senior ive ripped, you dont want me to get violent
go back and edit ya post blank bitch and write to remain silent
your rhymes suck so face it, as for elevation?
your risin bout as much as someone locked in the basement
This aint football, so get off my nuts and stop jockin my style,
dip my head in cemement, you still aint rockin me child,
i eat as many rhymes as my mouth will fit,
you deserve as many W's as in the alphabet,
the truth is your wack now cuz ya ghostwriter backed out,
ill leave ya bones fractured so their like ya mom, CRACKED OUT,
i guess your really like your mom cuz your a fuckin wack hoe,
youll have a chance at me when truth dot com promotes tobacco