Your fuckin rhymes are so wack, I'd win without droppin a keystyle
But im in the mood to murder your bitch ass, but only for a while
I hope your rhymes aren't contagious, because im startin to feel sick
Maybe its because ive had your girl bouncin up and down on my dick
Your rhymes aint smooth, that just your hand on your cock
Youd be better off smackin yourself in the head with a rock
If your in school, english must not be your best class
Because your rhymes sound like you pulled them out of your teachers fat ass
You got as much bling on your wrist as a homeless guy on the street
But at least that homeless nigga makes sense when he raps to a beat
Like I said before, This keystyle was over before it even started
You would have had a better shot of winning if you were blind deaf or retarded
Keystylin is oviously not your thing, so why even bother
Make better use of time, run off and go find your father