One night I went outside and looked up at the MOON.
I remembered the shit you posted earlier...dead like Shannon HOON.
Lyrically BLIND is what you are, no one's buyin what your SELLIN.
Crap inside and on the cover, a bitch with a head like a MELON.
BX Bomba sounds like a WWE diva, sportin bikini's and splashing AROUND.
But you're a dude, with no "flotation devices" you're ass is sure to DROWN.
Cause if you think Chubby Checker did the twist, watch what I do to YOU.
Turn a POSTER into a POSER, with the vicious words I SPEW.
Lyrical FIREBALLS, way hotter than the Killer's, and remember those were GREAT.
Like Valen's, Bopper, and Holly, my "La Bamba's" sealing your FATE.

Ok...That's ten.
Now you.

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