you 'come ta tha table' wit sum 'plain shit', but u aint 'flyin' u just 'complain' wen u 'spit'//1
'ordained' by tha kid, 'labeled' as 'insane' and shit but u dyin wen i bust and stain u wit red shit//2

ya lyrics are combustable, rust-full not at all trust-full..3
it appears not even discussable, u just'a young bull, and ya raps is cuss-full//4

Wash dat mouth out wit blood bitch wen i bash ya teeth out south//5
Watch gats cuz u starin at ma gauge, u aint prepared for how i embarass u on stage..6

The only thing u game fo is fame fo sho, u'll even suck dick for'a name on'a tour//7
i'm that fantastic that u could blame all four but ya names no more, erase off the net like a hacker at war//8

Have you Ip banned, not even in position as a mod//9
why's he mad? cuz he couldn't flick'a hook on'a fishin rod//10