Your wet-paper won’t win this battle its weak,
I shine on morbid to reveal you’re a gothic freak/(morbid means darkness)
Your rhymes are more fucked up than your pussy,
You spit with crusty stagnant lips yet cleanly/
You couldn’t be dirty even tho I’m rubbishin ya,
Go to www.uglypeople.com you’ll find her familiar/

I reveal your face so then you need to read your sig
More nastier than takin your crews small dicks and wigs/
This rich bitch is more shook up than a dropped soda,
Even when I pop ya cap you still can’t spray this bawler/
I give you my two pennys and you start fuckin-me,
Your more commonly used than phycos insanity/
You strip yourself just so you say that you are raw,
Even if you swallowed stones you couldn’t be hard core/
Asians are known for herbs n morbids no exception,
Your reppin well, only the opposite of perfection/
You got no beef even tho your havin a cow,
Your silver lines are linin your dreamin cloud/
I storm this battle with gold and shatter yo dreams,
Like droppin egg shells, the chick is never seen/
I'm eternally lubricated, forever i fuck you up,
G i always put you on the spot never you shut/
Wounds stayin open pains like puttin salt in em,
The difference is...your in a area of non smokin/

Morbid you'll get haunted by your own~ghost,
Like a hurricane over a fence, you've blown~posts/
Shame you didn't have a chances like yo waist~size,
You may just win then,your fallin like you on a play-slide/

oNe