aight here we go,

Imma make you feel my pain to me this shit aint no game/
you rappin lil kid shit, like when braney din hug you so you threw a fit/
sitten at home rubbin ur tit, cuz you a lyrical dim wit/
walkin round like your shit dont stink, might as well go get ur raps from pink/
what you think, you gonna choke and puke inna a sink/
you sitten at home readin my beat/
when im done you gonna go look at pan am and touch ur meat/
now take a seat and go get a nice warm blanket and sheet/
i cant even stand to bare your kind your freestyle text has already made it to the back a my mind/
i aint gotta worry, so you best hurry to think of somethin to say/
b4 my words slice your eyes so all you can see is black and gray/
todays ur last day to be straight ur goin gay/
now you can go give some guy an ass hole lay/
now b4 im gone to come find you, you best pack up and sail the ocean blue/
but hey now you have a sibling go find him hes something to do/