You wanna front with that dull rap when it's just plain inept?
like a coroner listing autopsy as the cause of your death
Shut your mouth faggot cos that shit needs a rest
'fore it gets mashed the fuck up with a right and a left
Take notes dickhead, I'm the fuckin proffessor
who cares if I'm better when you done know I'm fresher
don't want to mess ya or make you crack from the pressure
and don't get all pissy 'cos I don't want to stress ya
just admit defeat, best to beat a hasty retreat
'less you like me so much that you'd suck off my meat
Like I'm driving, leaving tire tread all over your face
cos I'm too far gone now, I'm addicted to the race
you'd probably understand, if you knew how it feels
to take an escort at 70 through red lights on two wheels
I said i think you got talent, but your lyrics are weak
and could never hope to escape from the havok I wreak
You're fronting like you're a man, like I got something to fear
while you're bent over a keyboard, getting hit from the rear
I represent to y'all, there's only one fake here
do the rest of these rappers even know that you're queer?