u wouldn't pozess gold bars if u commandeered Shit from Fort Knox//
spittin homo atrocious, i think ya mouth's suffered severe hits from Short Cocks//

You think u real hott and ya style is earned, but The one feel u got left you burned//

Gurls don't even acknowledge ya presence, thas y u git hit-back flowers and dresses//
a freshman in wak college still in adolesence, u git-smacked wit showers of lessons//

Only time can provide wen is appropriate for ya bell to be Tolled//
Call me Clock, Wen my hands strike sho'ly u sent to hell and ya body is cold//

Call you cock, cuz even bitches can fuck you lyrically, seriously//
U want to, but couldn't forget our battle if u rapped deliriously//

U couldnt cum close ta me, if u had an orgasm next ta me//
I'm Where ya b/f is supposed ta be, but only ta spill ya plasma correctly//