Fuck Gram! I Brawl-Wit-A-Amounts & U Lightweight From What I Saw-In-Ya-Bouts;
Ur Record? Ill Maul-It-An-Bounce Cuz My Skills Is Passed A Gram, U Call-It-An-Ounce!!||
Ur A Pussy A Peasent-To-Daughter But Ill Son U Without The Prescense-Of-Father;
See We Can Battle Twice But U'll See 'H 2-0 In My Sig' Without Reference-To-Water!!||
Punchlines? Ya I Got Plenty-To-Rip That Will Drop Holo As Quick As I Empty-The-Clip;
What Ya Sent-Me-Is-Shit Cuz Ill 'Cruise Passed Wat I Just Red, Sea' So Ready-The-Ship!!||

*Switches Style*

I |Mold-Workins-& Blast-Reps| Of Gay Pussy'd Dick Faggots Since |Dim-Attackers-Of-Sex| .. Im The |Grim-Rapper-Of-Text| So Watch As Punches Make 'Gram, Pause' & Kneel Before Death Like The Action Of An |Old-Persons-Last-Breath!!| (Grampas)

Thru Ya Eyes.Mind, R.I.P
-The Grim Rapper

__________________