i can smell illness. . but when he posts i aint scenting no skill. .
& like he begs for my inheritance i got him bent to my will!
im on short schedule like midget calenders & ur wastin my time!
he was at seven& eights first. . b4 he tasted the nines! (yr olds)
phixion's self employed. . guess he's skippin his shift. .
im battlin the only kid who asked santa to be sick as a gift!
drench him wit stains, he posts& his true stench is exclaimed . .
the extent of his name. .u'd be #1. . if ridin the bench is a game!
he thinks he lives in success. . but cant even give its address!
forgiven of stress& his existence questioned like livin a guess!

forget it. i can freestyle it.
blah.
come wit ya prewritten shit.