fuck that crack music you speak of, everyone knows that this weaks wack,
& Untold don't know Jack.... he's just the dude that killed you few weeks back
You claim you're gonna win this and that you got a bright career,
bitch, I'd tell u to cool your jets.... but they ain't been to the super bowl in years
you fucking suck bitch, you can't fight so when this is over your dead,
I'll Pull ya roots so hard it'll grow a fucking garden on the top of your head
Why so shy kid? i mean tighten up and quit acting so shallow,
you ain't ever cross the line.... that's your opponents job in a battle.
I'm violent with spits bitch, document the day you're bound to go down..
A Log isn't just what you use for a diary...
...it's what I'm using to fucking knock your head to the ground
You're a faggot and a wack.. i mean damn this square's got stages,
I'd give you a Pat on the back for that... but he's been fucking you there for ages