Let's get started cuz youre bedtime is to eight//
You really need to lose weight, cuz youll neva get laid//
And the only laid you ever get is whit an fifty year old faggot//
but you like men, but you ain't gonna get me to unzip youre jacket//
I'll shit on youre grave, throw up on youre casket//
take of youre head and play with it like it was an basket//
Man i looked on youre 'so many', what was that piece of crap//
you really cant call that rap, dude wake up, you really need a slap//
how the hell did you get in to warlords i didn't think any crew would take a bitch like you//
You bitch, i relly want to fight you//
And youre song about battling explicit assasins//
Nobody like it, cuz you don't know a shit about passions//
So Blain, where did you left your brain//
With that name, you must have a really hard pain//
don't fuck with this dane, cuz this dane dont take from any blaine insane//
yippie yo yippie yay, somebody get this motherfucker outta my way//
yippie yo yippie yay, what the fuck you got to say//