Be Afraid....?.....of what.......

They call ya rhymes anorexic kid, while they say im verbally obeise-kass.
B2K couldn’t post good shit, if he wrapped up and mailed shit from a priests-ass.
LOOK AT HIS RECORD, losses three times worse than his wins, go back to texas,
I never no wat its like to FEEL like a hillbilly, so I grab ya nerves after I punch thru ya sol plexus.
Rip off ya arms, and ya still do the same amount of punches….NONE!
This LIL virgin has fucked as many people, as dicks have been in a nun…NONE!
You been ill since birth, only coz ya mums a crack-whore,
If your in the house, im cleaning house, rhymes fucking you u up the back-door.(ass..MY RHYMES not me…lol…)
My rhymes piss all over you, like the pineapple in a urinal,(refresh things)
Im bitching you and ya cant turn the tables, good job you don’t spin vinyl.
Aint into basketball, You’re the texas bitch, so ass be BALLIN(taking dik)
When The G’s want an easy bitch, its you their booty callin.
Born To Be Killed, Born on this earth to be ripped coz hes wack,
Make you hold a mirror, is the only way ur opponents see a good emcee looking back.