This thread aint for you Mr. bitch BX,
tha thread you lookin for is tha one when you and another boy have text sex,
Fag, don't open your mouth, or I'm gonna insert-this-knife.
Jerk-it-twice, so hard that ya mothafuckin' nerves-get-sliced.
Then beat you to death like a disobedient Turkish-wife.
On your knees for Mr. Bolton is the only time that you 'serve-the-mic'.
Why your ass flipin in interventions.
You must have fucked fools in the ass in five-different-positions.
Now I'm-liftin'-ya-spirits, you can't hold a candle to me, fag-dude.
'Cause I'll explode on you with my madness like a fuckin' gas-fume.
I pass-you like alcoholic latinos with road-rage.
This ho-stays at the bottom and he can't get no-brain.
This fools a 'maniac', mothafuckah ain't spittin'-nothin'-sane.
He CAN'T be a gangstah, the "G" is missin'-from-his-name!
Text a faggot-depressant who's lackin'-tha-essense.
To put KILLA-to-rest-son. He ain't even got no hair-bald-yo.
I never thought I'd be battlin' the mahfuckah from "WHERE'S-WALDO"!
Always bendin' over backwards gettin' your faggot ass fanny-stretched.
This fool could be hood rich with Escalades and it still wouldn't make "Mani-Fresh!!"
You fancy-'text', but you ain't ready for KILLA-T'S prospects.
With your faggish-tactics, I'll knock this little maggot-backwards.
Wantin' to beef with I.L.L. but you need to put those rhymes-in-the-pasture.
Jerkin' off 'hemaphrodites' is the only time-that-you-wack-'er'.
Think you're somethin' special with the L you handed-to-some wak cat cartoon?
I'll put more holes in your face than the fuckin' man-on-the-moon.
On one hand i got more fingers then you got wins
You wanna win with your wackness, but you're gonna-lose-it-again!!!!!!