Wow, someone let there intellect fly out the door//
And if I'm a lesbian than you're a hermaphrodite whore//

You recycle your “hit” lines *rolls eyes*//
and blend them in with wack rhymes//

your not just one fry short of a happy meal…//
your missing the whole damn bag//

RAP actually stands for Revelations Angels’ Place, somewhere you wanted to be//
But you know that you could never compare to me//

You gave this freestyle all you had//
Too bad it turned out really sad//

Pathetic nightmares haunt your soul//
You’re a little slut without a goal//

Someone take the mic out of her mouth I think she’s choking//
We’re supposed to be spitting not deep throating//

Calm down no need to have a temper tantrum attack//
You can have all of your wackness back//

I don’t have time for your “internet drama” this is my last verse//
I barried you six feet under, and I skipped the hurse//