Gay fag, in fact you fudge pack till yo eye alignment is no longer intact/1
I reacte to yo last track and retract my hand back and proceed to slap this cat/2
The only way you progress in sex is yo drunk sister possessed to iscest/3
The slugs you catch yo dumb ass had to study for a blood test/4
I found you brain and smashed-it, as if there was more than a fragment to smash shit/5
If you had a chance you past-it, you couldn’t spit hot if you gargled with acid/6
You follow direction you couldn’t jump hard if you was an erection/7
I leave infection to add to yo collection of questions who you testen/8
I move in stealth cut off ya leg and attach it to my bealt/9
You gay as hell, you the only one I k now that start a ryme by talking to himself/10
I beat yo belief that you can beat me till it and you cease to breath/11
All the bullshit you can keep, This nigga sucks more than a hoe with no teeth/12
you are know to get stanked, Yo rymes have the content as a septic tank/13
Swell you lip like a ballpark frank, you mouth is equivilent to a sperm bank/14
My thoughts is hectic try to test this, leave belly up like a dead fish/15
Skill I possess it, you don’t possess shit that’s y you will be on my reality-checked list/16