This verbal castration, will leave you 'jacked' worse then 'masturbation'//
The only time you was 'off the meter' is when you left a 'cab waiting'//
I’m destroying this young buck and leaving his lungs struck//
You winning is like 'retarded leprechauns' nuttin but 'dumb luck'//
My thought pattern is more twisted than movies directed by Alfred Hitchcock//
Yo whole style played out like Radio edited versions of Hip-Hop//
From now on I'm callin you "summer-footware"...cuz yo style need to Flip-Flop//

*holly$wood*