u bitin other punks like u munch on ya mommas dick
i speak my lines u outta ya mind i chuck some shit cos ya counterfeit
who the fuck r u tryin to lay some rules like times and shit
i was fucking ya girl at that moment in time u think ya good well i ain't buyin it
i do my thing in my own time so u can suck mine and i turn ya head into a popsicle
bustin ya head open i know ya still hopin but u just a paper thick obstacle
U think this is beef but it's more like tofu
Runnin through brick walls is what ya gonna have to go through
My dislike for thug wannabe netcees everybody place ya bets please
u sufferin like taliban u a spittin image of the elephant man but not as pretty and less relevant than