verse 2 fuckin bitch slit those wrists or get my fists lodged in ya skull bitch
wot's ya problem mate, i hate you yes, i leave ya left in a hole ditch
watch wot ya say im pure greatness, attracted to the fakeness
u shouldnt have been born , u was born like jesus in a hay nest
i gotta go deep on u u was such a creep, when u battled b4
u couldnt beat me anyway dats why i left ya feet shattered whoor
i beat ya like dis is rap sport, crack whoores like you
u got knocked out b4 u aint liked everybodys wants to fight you
jelous bum, wid no dick i dont listen to a word u ever shit
but u keep sayin things and laughin bitch, ur gonna get leavered bitch
im stormy like weathers dick ,and u amount to feathers dat hit
i leave u severed in bits and then sown back together and shit