Yo culd u be more of an idiot, the rules are-but u didn't see...
dun't get phrantic, just play the horse-and gallop-as i'm-rippin-u'r-stee...
bitch-i-dun't-need, half a damn bar-to move on...
wut pussy, u'r head-is the only way u get-u'r-screw-on...
even if u-threw-bombs, u culdn't-blow shit up...
i aint insecure, that's like a barber-with a scissor-that hopes-it-cuts...
that verse sure flowed-shit-up, and it was-from the toilet....
bust-and-spoiled-it, i'll wrap round u'r candy bars-like fudge-in-foil-kidd...
my-rhymes-are-boilin, all u left is a soilin-in u'r pants...
so go back to bermuda, and get lost-cuz i'm just toyin-with-u'r ass...

wuteva kidd....11111