Ya can't 'Focus'. How ya gonna see? Ya just aim and fire unsuccessfully.
Blind as a bat, can't aim ya gat, leashed up like ya sig cuz ya brain holds ya back.
Spittin from 'da end of imagination' couldn't be a better explanation for why this man failed evaluation...
Out of ideas, only flow is diarrhea, ya couldn't spit any flatter if ya spit out tortillas.
I do 'fear the beast within you'...it's looking at my zipper wantin it ta undo...
Back off, get off, but hey, not that way, don't wanna get hit with ya homo spray.
I understand why ya full of embarrassment ya whole life is a Jamie Kennedy experiment...
Constant humiliation ya foundation gives you the formation of someone in need of donations.
You disturb with verse absurd, jumbled letters that barely form words, only way they'd elevate is if ya tied them ta birds...
Despite what ya heard ya just a net nerd gettin served like a fucked up martini shaken AND stirred.
It's like ya road map to glory got all ripped cuz ya headed for fame but found Bum Fucked Egypt...
Ya rhymes come unglued with delivery all crude so readin them is painful like seeing Roseanne Barr nude.
Don't matter ya religion, I made the decision and hurled incisions at ya eyes that cut up ya vision...
Ya copped Goliath's misfortune cuz I've killed you in biblical proportions like God himself performed ya abortion.