get off ur knees ur blow~this~game, my punches make u weeze n ur rhymes r low~in~this~fame//

this nigga is a wack senior in high~school, suprised u made it that far but ur bout to die~fool//

u remind me of bugs bunny, u know big ears, big teeth but wait... u aint funny//

now lets stop the the ill rhymes so this kat can understand, the only thing this fag has in his erotic life is his right hand//

my rhymes are 'quik' they'll bury u in the 'sand', ur a better farmer then rhymer so go settle u land//

~out~