That rap don't make sense
You should condense
Or maybe delete
That wasn't a feat
Just a bunch of bullshit
You should just quit
Retire early
I'm not being surly
Just telling the truth
You want proof?
Read what you typed
It ain't even hyped
Don't work at all
You got nothin' playa
You're a wannabe saya
Got no game
Got no fame
I'll put a sprain
On your vein
And you'll bleed
You might need
A bandaid or tape
To cover that scrape
Well little boy, this rap's been fun
Sorry to leave early, but I'm done.