the illness that i spit will make u nervous and have diarehea, u run to the toilet and u find out ya mammas got gonahrea//

the only way u get votes is off of dickryders, and if they dont think ur dope u get votes off of clitryders//

the only time u will ever serve me is behind the counter, the only friend u have that will be gay with u is flounder//

u couldnt spit dope if ur mama was playin wit ya thing, this kat will only have a dream and a rap magazine//

my rhymes will pull u down to earth cuz there gravity, u were wondering why u had a runny nose and u were diagnosed with an allorgy//

so dont try to key~a~verse if ya just gonna no~show, only way u would beat me is if ya re~hearsed but you still got no flow//


~out~