Whoa, let's not talk about records, you're showing nothing, so don't start frontin'/
Sittin' pretty, challenging my man-hood, as if you could, your next cypher will be some shit like: "dEsCrIbE y0 h0oD!"/
Now that you've blathered shit about pussy and subsequently tested me, you're brewing quite the recipee to be a mighty netcee, you bad-ass OG!/
That's online gangster, you crumbly pop-shit sunshine pranksta/
I've got a prophecy, you'll go down on me like web-based stocks, ya see. You spit lyrical atrocity, don't bother me/
Let this misplaced keystyle battle verse hang overhead like a curse, On the way to your grave I'm going to head-on your hearse/
Oh shit, it's a cypher thread, so this post must speak of pussy/
Aw, fuck it, it was all about fgee. Don't push me./