you do the rite thing u put up a verse
and i'll make ya kiss ur own ass and go to church
ur stupid mad dog born loser wid fake tattos
heres a fuckin spit, and guess wot it's rite at you
i laugh at you man, i'll boil ya rhymes like water
why dont u go cut ya wrist you auter..
um wot i can say homie, least i aint no phony
like u mad, u cant beat me cuz teches one and only.