i don't no u and i can tell ur a faggot/
your tupac who, o i c a manga loving faggot/
c ima gonna reach into ur mouth and do a fatality/
turn into a dragon performing my secret animality/
mortality, and what ever else is gonna kill u/
lonely everynight u resort to ur mum who comes to feel u/
shes dirty but u no, and u cant get anough of it/
and u owe it to ur family and that deeply acclaimed insanity shit/
c my styles agrresive, abbusive and critically personal/
u battling me, ima have to fone that hurse 4 u/
c the curse 4 u, i made which im already applying/
the longer u take to hit back the more it be multiplying/
till it hits u, and u realise that theres no turning back/
its gonna hurt u, till u lye dead like the tearfully missed pac/
cack, wack, shit bollocks and all these other metaphores/
words which i can write, that fit perfectly to a ryhme like urs/
straws, pick one the loser gets the shortest/
its envitable u lose son, u shouldnt of tried to fought this!


holla back soon son