J-Dubya you came and challenge me, that is a mistake this aint a mic it is fuckin machete Ill chop you up like my name was I.C.P.//

Blood and Guts everywhere but no comment cuss no one care, you are less wanted than a cd player to the hearing impaired.//

J- for jackin me off that’s humor, faggot ass fuck you talk like you got a brain tumor//

Stuttering and mumbling because you have nothing to say, well that is ok, we understand that you are gay//

You be sucking dick so much that they have to pump out your stomach. That sick! , just quit and get a job, pumpin oil and check a dip stick//

Your newb rhymes make me laugh, commin with “ill beta you up in class”, well first graduate 8th grade and we will see who can kick who’s ass//

You think you have what it takes to make it on the RB team, well shit kid you didn’t get the memo you have to be older than 14//

Shit! Have you even grown pubic hair? Beware your mom might ground you if she finds out you swear//

Your annoying like your name was mosquito, go back to your real hobby--playin with legos//

You pissing me off, kid your just a pansy, ill murder your ass like your name be Jean Benet Ramsey//

-Slim Lanky-