Your insecure ass is so immature and stupid//
you'b bring a Summari into a drive-by//
like you'd just be asking to die, if you were to drop in cold blood//
I'd just turn a blind eye, not one motherfucker'd cry for you//
you inadequte rhymes suck more than your mother too//
so i guess this is my cue you silly little cock//
I'm gonna finish you off, 10pm down by the dock//
like lock, stock and ....... two smoking barrels//
In your dick-ridin head, you'll be singing christmas carols//
your wackeness ryhmes will have weak punches galore//
I'll have your sorry ass pinned down to the floor//
having your croaky voice screaming "I can't take it no more"//
cos what i'm about to do to you is - bound to be sore//
I'll lyrical wound you, as deep as my shallow core//