They call me dark cloud kid, cuz im bout to rain on ya parade/
you lookin like a fake-ass 80's reject wit that fucked up fade/
Your rhymes couldn't even make a spark if they was a hammer to flint/
Cuz if you think your spittin is 'nasty', then just call me a mint/
"Yo hostile that was sick! Thanks for suckin my dick!"/
The way you faggots ride each other is just makin me sick/
Let me make this quick, kid you shouldnt put me thru tests/
Cuz we kno your rhymes wont withstand, your faker than Pamela Anderson's breasts/
You couldn't be a "hostile spitter" if you had heat-seeking verses/
You faggots shouldn't be 'shopping for losses', stick to holding your purses/