ZAINY, you aint got sh!t to spit...quit runnin ya mouth before you get your throat slit...You cant spit rhymes, only STD's that you transmit....that's what happens to you gay bit<hes, understand that lil prick?//I can be calm, but in reality I'm erratic....fu<k with me, and you get the automatic....dont give a damn bout your corpse, I'll leave in the attic....after suffering the pain of the way I'm traumatic//My gurl dont like you, you look like Quazimoto....only a picture of you back would come out on a photo....you aint straight, looks like you actually blow though....no props? no tips? damn kid, you aint got no dough//You aint no rocky balboa, you more like Mickey....(his manager)....cuz you get mad fast and jerk off to get sticky....But then again you retarded and ugly, just like lil niki....not even a hoe would do you for monney, or let you have a quickie//nuff of you, you were just a warm up....let ya krew know I'm cummin, so ya best line up and form up....cuz you cant get past this, I'm like a ramdom doorknob.....there's no key to get through, and you bout to be blown up//