If we're goin by size your shit looks written by a midget,
give ya a calculator and ya still can't add up the digit/
Just like winter people can't wait till you're time's over,
luck wont even help ya so let go of the 4-leaf-clover/
You're verse was so borin' I now just finished my yawn,
you could be wearin Trojan and still couldn't "Get It On"/
Even when you be playin Blackjack you can't get a hit,
Have sex wit ya girl and she like "That's the size of it?"/
Damn dogg why can't you just quit why you're ahead?,
How you gon keep rappin' if my venom leaves you dead?/
I can't stand bitches like you who's always ridin' my dick,
Call me the flu because my flow will leave you sick/
You're so whack not even your savior will save ya,
You could be Baskin Robins and still wouldn't have flava/
As you already know this forum is called "Front Lines",
Well...like a baby with a wet diaper your style wines/
I don't hit females so I'll bitch slap this pussy instead,
You're so weak your fuckin dick can't move a-head/
You could fuck a slut and there wouldn't be penetration,
Your dick's to small you can't even result to masterbation/
The way I just came at you you will never fully recover,
Say you're all that but you're just Vanilla Ice undercover/