LaRyan Shabaz, pitiful, cryin, life's work invested in cars/
Suddenly it's a hip hop life switch for a white bitch who can't drop bars/
He's norse of course with diction of pure fiction lookin' hella forced/
Born to lose, sworn to self-abuse, a hollow and empty cruise, on a ridiculous mission to be dissing jews/
Nobody with whom to fuse, I muse daily on whom to choose, but would they detect my ruse?/
Kill me quickly, whip-me with a trickly, sickly cock, split my nog, show me god with your keyboard glock.
F9, I'm benign. You shine. With no spine.

Bitch.
Rich, never had to resew a stich.
Get a personality, this is kitch.

Bitch...