So you're a disease then, right?
Or a gay butt demon at night//
Or a virus that seeps
Out of a penis in green and bright white//
Regardless, dog, look, whatever you are
You're retarted and my rhymes got you shook by far//
I know you're going to talk shit
Say I brought out the ghost in you//
But what's a fag with a bag
Full of horse heads going to do//
Give it a rest, before I do it for you
And you know what I mean//
And get your mouth off of my dick
That's not the way to get my spleen...
Bitch...