like macdonalds, you put all your shit in one bag//
how many references can you make to a fag?
makes me think you aint that secure//
not to sure, your sex a blur, which one is it, him or her?
you called out my name so much i thought we was fuckin//
but the truth of it's oral, you did all the suckin
your off course kid look what mom's divorce did//
got your rhymes from last months copy of "SOURCE" shit
re3mind me of a garbage truck//
you stink, you ugly , you loud as fuck
talkin all shit like you got the "back door trots"//
i can predict your rhymes like they was "connect the dots"
"i'll say fag, i'll say bitch"//
i flip the verbal switch make your vocab twitch
lyrically you're weaker than a ten year old boy//
my words destroy with sauce like soy, rip you apart like a poorly made toy
i rupture the structure of your rhyme foundation//
seperation of participle leaves you without salvation
did it take you all night to write that mess?//
i must confess, you'd look good in a dress, but if that's ya best i guess more is less.

all good things must come to an end//
so i'll shut you down with a "fuck you, friend"