Theres a dick on the other side of the ass you taking
Confess your faking, too much cock got your ass elasticating
It's exasperating, tryin' to find your flow in that mess you making
Dead's just gestulating, I have the answers to this test you making

You make less sense than two blind men in a staring contest
On this day of rest your gay at best with rhymes outta tha toy chest
This boys best is a mess every rhyme looks distorted
Your a waste of daddy's spunk who shoulda been aborted

If we were two cars, I'd be the faster
If we had a fight, you'd be in plaster
Your having a disaster, I'll blast past ya
Because in this battle, I've outclassed ya

I'll resurrect Dead just to kill him again
Nobody's feeling you now and we weren't feeling you then
You need two men to beat me you better get a clone
And you didn't drop dead b'tch, you were thrown

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~SDJX~