my rhymes will penetrate through ya skin n into the soul, couldnt masterbate cuz ya dick to thin n ill bury you in a hole//

i gotta foul mouth but you bout to foul out, my rhymes are ill enough to make you run home and shout//

couldnt make your punches hit if you were a baseball player, i spit so sicc they'll make you run off a cliff and im yellin later//

you just a fag out of the ordinary tryina spit, these kats are bored already watchin you suck my dick//

your rhymes are improbably to beat 512, ya mama wit her legs wide open sayin "dive on through"//

you prolly a chick with a dick tryina spit rhymes, couldnt stand thick if your rhymes were bout to blow on a land mine//

i spit wit passion and im smashin this nigga wit one word, you sayin "ive heard enough there to rough and obserd"//

i spit violent rhymes wit intensity to lay you in your grave, they so hot they'll put hair on ya chest and you'll have to shave//


~out~