now i seen weak lines but never seen wack//
looks like you rapped after you been on crack//
i dont know why you biddin its not an auction//
but i put a sale on your talent, that weak concotion//
and it churned out zero dollars, no chedder//
now i see your face go redder and redder//
write that crap on paper so i can put it through the shredder//
even though you think your deadly like the plague//
i seeing your rhymes are extremely deadly vague//
theres no point, no truth, crapness factor through the roof//
everybody startin to head to the voting booth//
and they voting for me, the fresher MC offending//
i started because these people see me and reccommending//
its the loser paper and wackness pen i am extending//
realise your shit and sign the contract//
bitch i just burned you and you have no comeback//