Pain in my eye to see that shit make me thinkin you high,
dont play with the guns, dribble artist you may jus die.
U jibber jabber rotten, bitch you know your forgotten,
u bring nothing to the table you hit wack top to bottom.
Try mock my poker name,shame on the new'b bitch,
working so hard to make yo name see through snitch.
I dominate you in every area but not ur bent imagination,
i see your temptation to bite but all you deliver is confusion maybe delousion.
Get at me when u find the key of how to make 2 lines ryhme,
coz u sounding like fake/jumped up combined,no feed read those sign's.
Rap about truth or being real, not shit like u wanting to be hard,
your played out,only thing you repping is your dream's-young kid scar'd-fuckin retard.
Re-read the shit you wrote over imagin if you planted that shit,
u have a seed, fuckin water it everyday dont just conjure up alit spit.
That aint enough,your bitch tuff
you lyrics are more hairy then ya nans muff+ u fake like your drinking simpson duff.
You diver and qiver while i just hope my advice just hits ya,
i wont split ya but with what i read,no-campany gon'll come get ya.