Get out. i'll fill this dude with bullets, you'll die clown
while you sign out, i'll sign the confession for killing you
Te Ora is lame as fuck, stop weeping you bitch
no one steps to you... cause we avoid pieces of shit
die thug, i'll leave you in the dirt, this guy's done
this kid is bugging... so i'll introduce him to my slugs
just stop kid. you're style's garbage and nonsense
this T'll be so worn out the Salvation Army won't want him
Kempo called you the next resin, exciting this child
bitch, that was his way of saying you're biting his style
i'm ahead of competition, Com stay sonning ya text
cause i got an edge... & you got the same one in your neck
i'll burn you beyond recognition in case you don't know
and ID matches'll be like my battle this week... a no show
i bring fire to every angle whenever i tear sluts
i'll make your sideburn... & ya dumbass would get a haircut
why d'you flow here? i'm set to fucking own queers
your verse is total ass that a proctologist wouldn't go near
quit bluffing. i'm calling you out. now you got a grin
Te is checking his cell.. wondering if someone'd actually talk to him
you're a loooser bitch.. and we all know you're lame
when these slugs hit... they'll help decompose your remains