Aight here it goes:



All my rhymes are original, my fights are lyrical
but if you want, throw up yo fists & I'll make this physical
You open your mouth like you got somethin to say
but all that come out is words that convince me ur gay
you best watch out cuz im gonna drive a tank in yo flank
you better put yo guard up cuz im here to rank
Man you gettin to close, u gotta get outta my space
i dont like guys near me that wear frillies & lace
Boy step away from the mic
Now i know why u gay cuz yo momma wuzza dike