Poor simple minded optix, thoughts of sore male binded topics/
Your favorite game is "bop it"(suckin dick), thats wat your rated good at cuz no one here can top it/
n i know you like it n youll neva stop it, see me on tha street n scared to pop shit/
scared to read tha verse when im bout ta drop it, mouth so big its called a cock pit/
Soon future of optix equals crucified and stitches, i'm glad you died, Rb just lost one of its bitches/
You such a herb, i could put you on my grilled steak and smoke ya/
Put you in my bong, toke ya then to prevent a clog i'd get your dad to poke ya (in the ass that is)/
see you "in da club" n then imma choke ya, kill you in a heartbeat cuz "im a soldier"/
Your not even uniquely special, your less then residential, use your excuse of handicapped and slightly mentil/
cant change your mistakes cuz im shankin you wit an eraserless pencil/
cops at tha crime scene usin your body as a life-size stencil (outlinin your dead body in chalk) /
ill run in ya crib n merk you in stealth, juss battlin like you masterbate all you doin is fuckin wit yaself/
You get your incouragement at a place called cock~park~it, you couldnt have a good investment if all your money went in tha stock markit/