Whats wrong bitch
Give you to much head
I pack more dough than Lil Cesear's craZy bread
I know your wishing... i was missing
Cuz all im doin is dissin...u
Cuz ur whack
and my words are so contractable
I pack my envelopes like anthrax
Now i know u aingt comfortable
See u mad about my ad
But u dont know my words pack u up like zip-loc bags
better yet strapped up like bookbags
Like a straight jacket
U faggot
U fake ass wanna be B. Rabbit
And i attract heavy hitting words like magnets
But i aint havin it
Cuz dis is Quik
U dont want da heat
Betta call it quits
Or ill have u ur knees suckin my dick