I make you give it up easy, like a 16 yr slut…
Theres no hardness within u, unless ruths up in ur butt.
We all kno adds a fag, so just step out da closet,
WLs lost their sperm bank accounts, so used Adds Ass as a deposit..
Scared kass would find ya, changed ya name but still ya shook,
Moved address and ripped off ya phone, at least now u off da hook.
You can taste defeat already, coz when u spit I smell it on ya breath,
By me merkin u and grabbin ya dead body, is da only way u make me face death.
Like an atheist priest havin sex, ya rhymes are fuckkin hopeless,
U except the pain I give, like prisoners who bend even when showerin soapless.
Telling me u got high? Hah…only typin wack verses is when ya deal with keys,
So scared I put extercie down ya throat, n ya still cudnt breathe with E’s.
Its like u delivered a bomb to a leper, coz I aint feelin u deliver wounds,
its good u don’t do audio, coz its it’b lik u had a cough-u be suckin on tunes(cough sweet)
Tag the first letter of Detroit on my toes, still cudnt D FEET me,
Like ur limp dik, battling with me gets u no where even when u try 2 beat me.
The closest you come to a win, is standin near and old lady,(win is an old lady name)
Interested in the “get in MM”threads, but faggot add though it ment shady.
Kid never gets angst, if he flips he like a pound and will be high tailing,
U sendin me a WIN(dows) like it was half a program u were emailing.
Ya talk is cheap LIB, even in open mics you dont get ppls 2 cents,
I see you do straight punches, bear in mind my eye site is bent.
They should call u the clockwork orange, coz this fruits got a time limit,
T pound 2 Addlib, still da same old small frie, like custom meals for midgets.
Its like you crappin out ya organs, coz after this shit u aint comin back,
Fake lil gangster, wearin a name badge, the only type u flippin macs.
im not gonna be bitched by you, no wankster can stop me.
This dumbass spat my verse over N sync accapella, when ruth sed to pop me.
Im throwin u a lodda of L’s like a kid sayin lollipop with a stutter…(l-l-l-l-l-l-l-lollip)
Add must be religious, coz I flattened his rhymes andspread his words like butter.