I'll drop a bassline to break the spine,of boys like u that bite to rhyme.
I'll spit a rhyme to blow your mind, time after time, watch u decline.
Rippin off, then soundin off thinkin ur hot we kno ur not,
Ur minus degrees, spineless throu disease, importin lyrics, bitting like fleas.
Please~ talk about dissin urself, u diss urself to save the trouble for anyone else,
Its what ur used to, abused child, tortured throughout school.
And worse at home, accident prone, well thats what they said when u broke a bone.
Put down the phone, u phony homie,
U homo~sexual ur girlfriends lonley.
So Xplicit, more like illicit like the affair with ur mum, what the hell was that shit?!...