I'll blase your post to shreds, so take your oath, Your Dead,
my degrees ekstent to points where i can make your molars sweat
like dames, Ill blow off your head, Wrec your bones wit lead
u more big head then kids, who get raised to hold there breath
enraged frum older vets, becus u cant enrole wit them
i see more of a 'weinie in you then the back of Homers neck
so stop the lies, my shots'll fly an get u moist an wet
your careers a broken stereo, you'll never make no Noise frum it
its like your just a toy within, wit softer lines then boys to men
cus ya bars couldnt get ill if u encrypted em wit poison pen
Trust,I'll get u shook like turbulance, before i pull the tool to burst the teck
leavin u wit 'wounds like curls thas fresh,
maphuckin Permanent
your last to live, i'll smash your shet witout attemptin to
get blasted quick ,these macks n clips get your apendiks bruised
so flap your lip, but rap? just quit an never mention Libb
this faggot bitch, is tragic mint becus he's Mint to lose.