ight, wit this shit i'm makin you lyrically crippled
puttin my arm outta the monitor, twistin ya nipples
all ya say in ya rhymes is how ya bustin some glockz
the only thing bustin cums when ya suckin the cockz
you talkin about homo's and all of that shit
when ya rap, ya usin fiction, while fuckin fat chiks
aint touchin no clits, grappin for any man dickz
and ya prolly been born wit a fuckin deformed mind
retards can shine, learn to read wit preschool rhymes
i don't need no more than this to fuckin beat ya
defeat ya, treat ya to a verbal ass whooping, neat huh?
nah, i'll keep goin wit this to solidafy my victory
itz sick to see me trick these "g's" who be
"quick to squeeze" the trigga and hit ya knees
bitch please, ya if ya did squeeze, ya missin me
ya thought this was gunna be easy, but i've changed
slangs deranged like i got to rap wit wut retards sing
ight i think this is enough, i'm now moving on
who's my next victim to walk away wearin a thong?