What the fuck these bitches thinkin...
Drop a verse lil bitches quit PM-in...
Dissalusioned visions of lil cunts who waste my time...
The two of them fused together could barely piece together 1 rhyme...
Mixin with the devils of the underground ain't advisory prezIbitch..
I done grounded tonnes of you mutha fuckers who thought they were sick...
Man you as weak as lil Cassidy commin little girls to his hotel room...
You left at 7 his ass gone from 5 to 50 pence, left with a lil more room...