u weak...lil maggot...i'll put the gun to ur mouth n empty ur back
& u spitin so many lines...yet all of them turn out to be whack
and to you...the whack rhymes ur sage..you immerse n cruise
cuz no one,not even bloomberg,embarrased N.Y worse than you
syracruse?...proves u an urban peice of shit wit no hood at all
cuz i could be trancing for gaze(gays)..yet u would still call