ight yo yo yo yo

you the type of bitch kid that turns fish shit just to be off the hook, couldnt drop hot words if u burnt a book//
this is singled out, you mistook, ill leave ya stunned, my flow like the ocean will leave your record 1 to 1//
chances of winnin is ~slim to none~ like ~weightwatcher milk~, along wit ur verse u need to drop ya will//
ya ~raps is stale~ they turn ~moldy quick~, I top-the-field, you'sa ~whale~ that likes to ~Blow Moby's Dick~//(not wrappin right causes molds =p blah)
you drop phony shit, cant ~spin real~ like ~fishin wit a string and stick~, wouldnt be ~tight~ wit ~stringent spits~//
u try ta fuck my sister but im fuckin u up, not incest kid, u wont make ~twice ur money~ so u wont see a ~double leu~//
dropped ~flamin text~ & ur lines still aint the ~hot type~, u another fool that think your ~beef~ can ~top rys~//
not quite, you need to do like ~octopuses~ and ~take arms~, cuz im killin u ~duds~ even if i drop'd ~fake bombs~//
u ~hate proms~ cuz i'd fuck u up any ~date~, been a ~long patient~, so u think u can take a ~heavy wait~//
go thru steady rape, so u outta ~cache~, need to ~write a check~, u a ~useless bencher~ how u gonna cause ~Cide Ephektz~//(bench warmers have no effect ps they on sideline)
i got this ~wrapped up wit ease~ my ~presence zip lock'd~, try to fight the text i ~cut off ya legs~ so maybe now u can actually ~hip hop~//


yo qb sniper am getting my win back bitch

its over 4 this nigga so dont say nutin back cause you'll lose ur best rhyme u think of 4 no moutherfuckin reason