Nigga u call ur self the executive while i'm breakin ur neck makin it twist/
bringin heated punches lighten up my fist u spittin shit life ur life is wreckless//
I'm comin staight to ur crib, pistol whip ur skull screamin out while ur mom calls da law/
u have ur mom rubbin ur balls and ur dad lickin ur anal and all//
u 17 and u live on ta computer sceen get a life ma'fucka or is it that gay gene/
u can't get a girl u can't be seen ur just another gay crack fiend//
look guy u ain't got nuttin compared to me/
i got da venomous rhymes i don't seem fair 2 me//
a sick ending
i can picture u in my head faggot naked gettin beatin by his dad on da bed/
ur dad tell u to spread ur legs after u suck his dick when his cum shed//