Sorry Pal, ya come with Less Heat then Wynona Rider leaves with Receipts..
Ya wanna Box The Champ but you ain’t Rocky just cuz ya Beat your Meat..faggot

Fgee....listen....and learn..

Foldin Fgee's bones...this Master's waitin to thrust & pound..
Swears he 'Holds His Own'...but masturbating doesn't count..
Claim you the illest...yet quick to get flamed in a sentence..
You couldnt 'pose a threat'...as marksmen aiming for pictures..
I win? Of course...Gee's victim of sinful force that skunks vets..
Fgee's bound to get 'f-cked over' like intercourse in bunkbeds..
You done yet...aspiring to shine with verses on record labels..
But couldnt collect 'Royalty' checks listed on a monarchs payroll..
I'm offering fame through misfortune after offing your name..
Fgee's the kind to buy Twister just to stay on 'top of his game'..
This prophet just slays repetitive, Gee's slain on the Exodus..
G's the food chain's sweetest, eaten like candied necklaces...
Im Unpleasantly Pleasing, Making Swords Intolerably Clinging..
You Could Tell this Match is Over, Your Lady is Loudly Singing..
Im laughin but the hint is literal when I’m bombin you..
So If I throw you a bone most likely it belonged to you..Bitch

-Silence..