R only spyts the truth and i'm screaming ur wack/
I'm a tyger spytten fyre not ur average "Kat"/
U playen wyth big dogs now, kyd ur bound 2 get hurt/
And ur punchlynes are unemployed jerk, they don't work/
I don't gyve a fuck, u could be the fyrst 2 spyt/
Ur flow is glass jaw kyd. Ur floored wyth one hyt/
Ur stuck on the bottom of thys rap shyt, the only way u'll *come up*/
Is if i bust down ur throat and wayt 4 the cum 2 come up/
The number of votes it'll take me 2 wyn i could count on one hand/
And when it comes 2 having sex son, u can only count on one hand/ (masturbation)
Get under ur skyn kyd, i spyt invasive/
Spyt razors that'll sever ur mug lyke detachable CD faceplates/
If skylls were money, u'd be broke. I got power/
U couldn't fuck wyth my dough if ur dyck was flour/
Ur flow could be *virgin* and it styll wouldn't be tight/
Verbally i'll blow u up lyke soda cans in the freezer overnight/

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... U better hope i don't remember ur name/
'Cause i'm dryvyn drunk hyttyn pedestryans on memory lane/