Here we go....

Bitch, you know what time it is
Like clocks facing the mirror//
Don't need a pistol, call it Crystal
If it gets any clearer//
Let the tears fall to your lips
And try to deal with the shit dude//
But you must be gay
"No you can't use my dick for a tissue!"//
Your flow is pathetic
You're an epileptic I'm a light flash//
I see you fallin
Goin into seizures when I write back//

Chew on that shit....