u know ur bad wen traded to the wizards//
man u thaught ud get to play the green bay blizzards//(there a football team//wizards b ball team)
u run around like a chickin with its head-cut//
u got merked and now twich like a dead-mutt//
u shave ur nut sack// love the feeling of the butt pack//
u can check me out// view my criminal record//
kick u in ur ass so hard out ur mouth comes ur spinal cord/
this kat calls himself desil factor//
mom callin out billy get of that tractor//
man ur spits are as fake as brittney spears//
u urself as fake as an actors tears//
u try and beat me with a flowing surge//
but jump back when my growing lyrics emurge//
ur favorite thing on the pc is the cut & paste/
cuz all u get his a 1$ slut & and a dick taste//
i set u blaze and watch u hypervenalate//
ur the #1 fan of
www.cybervenadate.com (cyberdate)
u get takin away by lyrical body protector/
wanna hang with vince carter// but ull never be a raptor//(rapper)
as far as im concerend this is ur life book and im on the last chapter//
LAST CHAPTER//
yo i came to this cat like an un registered jew//
i dont care how u got lyrically disfigured//
i can rap while laughin histaracally lingered//
desil its time for u to get changed//
uve gone bad and u look sick and diranged//
uve enterd the restricted area//
and put a mind trans and leave u in histarea//