Quick, somebody get this man some asprin,
cuz hes about to be in pain when i break his glass chin,
My raps are just like a torture contraption,
Don't even say shit , throw ya raps in the trash bins,
when i'm don it'll be your heart that i'm claspin, while you clutchin your chest, in need of oxygen your gaspin,
you make my heads hurt, cuz of how bad you rappin,
after i decapitate you, ya parents'll get yo head in gift wrappin,
and you said i'm a bitch, and yous gettin a bitch slappin,
its lyrical talent your punk ass is lackin, bitch