you don't exist, feel my flame, bitch your slaine, bloods pourin from your vein, n i'll have to wear a ball n chain//
your hand strucked and fucked, your out a luck gotta mental block n old like a sedimentary rock, suck cock//
im not old but bold and cold like a joint rolled then sold, but bitch you better fold//
cus your mold, soft and gooey, your hitten the go-ey, tracks on your arm, got cracks, need lip balm//
i'll stick to my gun's with a bitch with cum on her bum, son run your stuned with a tommy gun//
you get mowed down downtown then your under a surgical gown, im holden the gold crown bitch don't frown//
i'll delete you, im the elite one, like a hacker,the covert pervert, eaten desert, in the van, renaissance man//
"ding" your microwaved and overdone like a burnt hamburger bun, in the long run, im number one, see bitch iv'e won,bitch it's done, wasn't it phun//