You aint got any posts, cuz you misplaced ya
password

So you aint droppin hot shit, ya constipated rapper
Fillet ya blatter, backwards till ya piss aint
splatter

Make ya brain shatter, from rhymes in insane patterns
It don’t matter at all, what you say or flow
Cuz My sickness invades ya throat like a felatio

Ya crazy yo, go invest in psychiatric therapy
Even if you spit water, you wouldn’t grap the mic with
clarity

It’s a rarity, that someone with little skill, still
has an ego

Trying to find a flow? Ya betta off Fishing for Nemo

Listen people, If you saw him in person, you’d see a
chump

How he gon fuck me up, with his Little Penis Stump
Yup, I checked ya steez, didn’t see complexities
Lyrically less multis than sex on ecstasy

So the message be, you’ll never be better
Give up rapping, cuz ur failing with letters