bitch, you scared of this -illness- like an AIDS examination;
my flow's residue'll leave you wit a -sore lip- like herpes patients//1
so whore i'll beat your lyrics -straight- to the right, the mic's off limits;
you're what's left: a -dyke- outta jail with dick-licking experience//2**
hoe, you're fucking delerious, i'll reverse Klu-Klux-Klan you;
hang you and leave the noose hanging looser than your labia do//3

come on!, i rape bitches, slutbag, you're no different;
plus that wigga in your picture looks queerer than richard simmons//4***
and i only need half the time to rip a bitch rather than niggas;
so i can use half the lines to kill free time on the fillers//5
but this hoe dont want it wit me, my lyrics roll with speed;
you're like a Philly -Freeway- hoe, and i'm Cassidy in a GT//6