the only illness that comes out ya ass is diahrea cuz ya nervous
you couldnt feel this hot if you was the sun on this earths surface//

you white like me but ya couldnt put up a fight like me
you a light weight cuz when i hit ya wit my rhymes you still as a tree//

couldnt rep anything ya say cuz you got a pencil dick
i rep everything i say cuz im fresh and lyrical thick//

ill leave the crowd in ohhhhhhh and leave you blank minded
i havent hit ya hard cuz theres no need to but my arms winded//

you a fag from canada and i roll up a maple leaf and smoke it
ill make you gag wit all the cum in ya mouth from my dick cuz ya choked it//

dis fag will come back wit a weak verse that he'll rehearse
and its just gonna be reversed cuz ya just the plain worst//

rappin aint ya profeesion so quit now before im at ya funeral
cuz ya girl has a confession wit my ill rhymes and shes loyal//

*no feeding off my verse*

step up

~out~