hey fool analyse the way i damage lives
u fantasise over gay shit i can tell in your rhymes plus u characerisin wack attire no 1 reads your shit like hand out flyers
u ain't shit on the mic and u can't even write let alone type
your the type a shit i wipe off my nikes
u talk alotta sperm cuz when u see men u let off semen
your mom gonna hit the ceilin cuz of what my flows is revealin
about u u wannabe rapper, u wear 96' kappa and wear glasses u got no masses like iraquis leave u in tatters u backwards
your a botch kid u cornier than optics like jesus u don't wanna cross this leave u bahed up like a moshpit
leave u hangin in a verbal rope put u closer to god than the pope u don't do drugs but u still a fuckin dope
i'm smashin records ill deck your mother for givin birth to a fuck up u can't even get your name right no1 would say hi to u if u had a kite