ya'll blow so much in rap that in your bars you incorporated your kneeling//(oral sex)
battling us ur so shook u'll have bow wow doin the harlem interpretin your feelins//

queens reppin ur teams stressin about comin off as sick soundin rapper emcees//
theres clearly "no limit" to your wack ability like 504 premature men next to master p//

decapitate the lower section of your shit with more haste then a foreman grill//
so that you lame bastards can only spit the upper portion of your skill//

using windex on endex's spit will reveal that cock is cloudin his vision//
Jiffy realized realeyes aint down for a quicky he watchin welch's weiner stiffen//

im not very ill, *sniff* 1luv.