No furthur objections, just lethal injections of feetle infections//
It's like ya bars is "pregnant" the way i can see through ya "sections"//
Leave 5harp expectin' tha loss...boss and toss this cross dresser..//
5harp's gotta be rappin' with broken thermometers the way he spittin' with false measures//
5harp can only sit back and witness my attacks//
Might as well change my name to "Nursing-homes" the way I retire vets//
Mimic birth when I rip cats(pussy), this is easily a mismatch//
Since I first met ur girl, my dick's gotten more rides then six flags//
You're not as ill as you think, but ur getting there, so be cool son//
You try hard to fit in like fat chicks that force little shoes on//