I wont even say this punks name in this line/
Its too long, shit and I cant be bothered to make it rhyme/
One hand typer at home with his wrist he flicks/
Cant even find your dick, insisting that you are the shit/
It would take fifty minutes just to pop your zits/
Poor women, Find it? You cant even spell clit-or-is!//
I Look on the web cam and wat can I see?
You look so ill, are you dying of HIV?
Dirty flirting with a miner/ climbing the ladder of the homo’s society/
Its certain/ working, thru the night-long shaking off flies and flees/
I’ll do a mass operation/ attract a pump action, then hide your knees?/
Whats that no answer, Now that’s fly to me!//
one more thing to add before the verse is diminished/
Like Bizzy will be, Sixx, lay down, your fuckin finished!!