DaBanga......words to describe your wackness are not hard to think of..
What shall I start wit...the fact your an herb...or maybe the fact raps stink cuz...
What does it do to you knowin your merked before U spit...
Me...Personally......I woulda accepted that shit and quit.....
This Motha Fucka think his Elementary nursey rhymes work...
Bitch Please...Fuckin wit me....U gotta betta chance of seein ya dick have a growth spurt...(LoL)
Ya raps...They dont work....Your punches....they dont hurt...
I've seen stronger punchlines comin from dykes wearin pink skirts...
D bang spits flows like a red nose orangatang.....
Just fa show...I'll get lazy...and hit you wit a chitty chitty bang bang....
U gotta very shitty name mayne...Not even worthy of this rap game....
Dang D-Bang...Let face It, I'm shittin on you, leavin skidz marks & do do stains...
Got Damn!!......Wooo wee, someone hold me back....
Cuz DaBanga gonna die If I hit em wit anymore attacks....