aight, look at this aymish dummydummy, like an amish buggy, he "basic" ally running/
face me, its not funny, cuz im stunning with these gun casings im summoning/
my act is cunning, no accident that they run through your tummy like laxatives/
ill cash you bitch, like hash hit from a backwards spliff/
"SHOTGUN" to ribs, caught one, hot to ya lung like fireballs to lips/
rip your entire installment to bits, like toilet paper in stalls covered with shit/
fall back when tripped, the heat sensor clicks, now techs rip your chest/
like a T-REX, i rip through your text enraged and vexxed/
dent ya vest like when my clips collide with erector sets, need to find a bless/
about time you fessed up, we all know you messed up tryin test me/
your raps is hideous, they need some beauty sleep/
so i sent em to tha dirt naps, left em to R.est I.n P.eace!!!