D-W, in trouble-you GET BEAT like a BAD CHILD
this 'ill set the RECORD STRAIGHT like I'm comin to PRESS VINYL
you & the 80's are similiar, you both came with a WACK STYLE
I serve you quick, just like when YOUR MOMMA need CRACK VILES
I might CRACK SMILES, but only when I'm PUNCHIN YOUR MOUTH liar
smokin you like TREES in acres of FOREST fire
I laugh at how you pointin out MY LOSSES, braggin
how will that make you look when I SMOKE YOU faggit?
yeah you got some wins, but I ain't been one of your victims
next time you battle bitch, you better watch who you pickin
you couldn't beat me on the WEB if you had SPIDER SENSES
your GIRL watchin, you try to hit & I catch your MISSES
cuz she loves the way my hooks run like I'm catchin FISHES

bitch I was here