ill grip ur exsistance n bend it till-its-crumbuling//
n pull ur eyes out n face them towards my pussy so u could see when-im-coming//
turn ur vibrator on..n.masterbate..so u can be treating ur self to a nice-beating//
nicely-speaking..add presure to ur skull..so when ur sleeping..u could for once be tightly-dreaming//
with 17 wins...she thinks she can beat me...shes full of great-ness//
cuz this battles 'safe' n sound...like babys wrapped in lay-tex//
with no personals in ur verse..id have to say its pre-writin//
when shes taking cum shots from hospital patshionts...is the only time shes sick-spitin//
like playstaion boxing if i was holding X i come with rapid-punches//
clone my self 8 times...so carmine come sick...and attacks-in-bunchs//