look Slim Lanky i aint immune to losin//so get it straight my brass lyrics be bruisin//im like brad pitt in the star of "the fight club"//but unlike others salt dont destroy my slugs//so lets make it quick and easy//blow dick so hard they gave you the name breezy//fuck a hurricane im fuckin el-nino//grasp ya throat fall out my senses keen yo//they call me dope man dope man//explode on ya fasta then a shook up coke can//yall tryin to clap me but you shootin the moon//corkscrew bitches worse then rolla coasta tycoon//tighteez look at my cash suddenly then turn quick to get//unstoppable like mel gibson in the oscar winnin "patriot"//my first bar coulda pronounced me winner//type you up fasta then a epson color printer//im sorry to say it "Slim" you a mutha fuckin failure//pump ya ass quicka then albuteral inhaler//Slim and me? you fuckin faggot//blow ya ass sky high fartha then puff the magic dragon/squeeze change outta you like eggs and a hen//wat you think happens wen you piss off gentle ben//an all out war//machetes and swordes//stick the barrel down ya throat fartha then a chinese whore//roll you up tighta then an eggrole//Slim presumes in cock like space and a black hole//ill fight for my rights to take on the king//breez can suck balls to switch pong to ping//you do yours Slim bitch and ill do mine//my gats give you goosebumps like R.L Stine// man i dont know many that can compete wit this//ok first place isnt yours so be happy wit fifth//