*brushing his ears hard after every bar*
i'll jack this bitch off the ground with no clue
leave his mouth dry just like his ass with no crew
this puss is occupied so stop being a mad prick
cos even if u moved bak'n'forth ur lines r still stashed script
you convinced to scare peeps..yeah u a lyrical scare-crow
like an unknown ID your fruitless like a bare-glow
we on the fooball pitch..bitch clap you black ass on the bench
when he comes all heads turn cos its like'here comes the stench'
he cudnt be more life-less than run after bored asses on the lounge
this ice is more price-less than rolling 6 dices on the ground
i dont need mack five's to make peeps see thru this whore
my fist is enuff just like hitting frequent soft-scores
this bitch be holding my clit in search for authentic fame
but its hard to slap groupies off when they appeasing the dame
he bites so much that his lips are a means to communicate
after waistin time on ur sorry ass he'd be sayin 'fanks mate'
i'll paint u black and blue than the back-street boys
grab ur chord like a broom so u'd give d last-bitch-noise
...........im done with this dick-splash..........
dont worry i'll let u holla from the left side of my oval
......u can scratch ur thought like its ass-rash.....
cos with all thats said this shit is all over