i go firs i could kill u if i wanted to in just 1 verse.ill beat u over your head with your sex-change purse.im worse than u could ever imagine, u call your self sarcastic,to me your like aladdin.i strangle u with plastic till your purple like chapstick.your lips are flapp'n way to much,thats how iwould torture u.to bad,im sorry you'll get betta one day,until then spit into a m.i.c.
every whichway.