Son I May-Be-Loony but I'll Wreck-this-Cunt And Put My Fucking Knife Through The Chest-of-Chumps//1
Wet-This-Blunt With The Same “Cancerous” Tongue That I Left Jk Checkin his Brests-Four Lumps//2
Time to give Killa his Flow-Back before I Leave you Tow-Back With More “Red Streaks” Than Bullets Throw-Backs//3
I'm Advisin-Ya’all to invest in a Lo-Jack To Keep This Bold-Cat From Snatchin his “moment” Like Kodak//4
Bindin This Nigga’s Mind-In-Appendages Cuz My Livest-Inventions-Get Me the Flyest-Percentages//5
Trying To be Funny-Cunt but You Soft As HoneyBuns Sending Me Twenty-One Private Messages//6 (lol I hope u get dat)
“Bite-Outta-Crime”….This lil’ Faggot Ass Junior High Tyke’s-Outta-line//7
Don’t Try to be Pysch-Out-A-Nine,blow you Right-Out-Ya Mind…Another “pussy” trying to Dyke-out-with-Dimes//8
Straight Lethal-and-Vicious way before The Heavyeight Belt When They Said c4 Was Beleivin-In-Wishes//9
Jk Frontin Like He Being-Malicious But Keep That Shit up And You’ll be Sleepin-With-Fishes//10

10 lines Max btw like u said J