yo ill murda you//
yo you aint no match to me and you still think you coo//
you dont want none//
next time you see me yo wife will be callin me hun//
not reall i wouldt want none cuz shes a fake cracked up nun//
now lets get off her and lets talk about you bitch//
i wouldnt never hang around you cuz youa snitch//
like harry potter yo girl gets thing in her mouth//
you a hoe and you always go down south//
you slow like a sloth//
and your head looks retarded jus like a moth//

yo spit bitch