Mic check, watch your neck, smack you with a wrench, and make you speak “pussy” like you was French//
You talk about spec, but you wudn’t be a “star” if you was on “TREK”//
My punches connect, with side affects, cuz like 1-800 I collect respect, while your ship gets re-wrecked//
You wont be “special” in the “Olympics” you lose cuz you’re a reject//
With that trunk for a nose you look like a elf//
I wud “intelligently” beat you using your shelf//
But with your hands on your dick your beating yourself//
I heard you wanted to get sick, so you went to gay clubs and started sucking dick//
Dissin me that’s a no-no, you wudnt roll if your playing with a yo-yo//
So you tupac?~na~but with these dicks in ya ass you too pack, og-got-happy when he grew a 2’ cock//
So how do you consider ya self a man you fruit-ball?
When ya got eggs on you like easter at the mall//
You a stupid little joker, you say your not gay, But You go to gay clubs to play poker//
Finisher:
I’ll run your brain using scans, locate your plans, then beat your ass using your hands//

you got what thirty minutes?