i might not be off the hook, at least i aint a HALF WAY CROOK//
yes i took that from mobb deep,this race is very steep//
all in my favor, your singing in your high voice " Girl Whats your Flavor//

you talk so much shit, you got fesise running down your clit//
oh and here is your moms skirt, you little dick flirt//

you never know sucking dick was so hard, well thanx for the info your being played like a card//
your rhymes are parasitic like a lice, better yet Vanilla Ice//

my shit is so fly, yours is the equivelent to that bread they call rye//
my tiny ass brain, your the melodramatic tool, being around you is such a drain//

ridin saddle-fine, yeh your bitch did ride mine//
i stuffed her full ov my goo, while you were asleep like magoo//

her shit was damn wet, that as i fucked her i started to sweet
fucked her so hard, that she was paralyzed like a tard//

just so you know your prick, my mom is dead you little bitch ass spick//

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same person new tactics, and above all more violent

my doctor says i have anger issues, i told him to watch out i have a gun...