"Oompa loompa" betta listen to Willy before he "Wonks ya"//(Wonka)
You say your ridin wit tha big dogs when ya still on tha porch playin wit tonka//
I'm a lyrical killer when you like "Freddy" livin in "dreams"//
This cat can't rap, hell he couldn't flow if he was goin down stream//
How can ya brag about style, when ya rhymes look like they've went through a chop shop//
Ya Rigged tha number of "911", just for another line to "cop"//
Man stop please, he must be def, cuz them words are "garbage"//
I'll loan ya a dictionary for sum knowledge, cuz ya brain's dyin of starvage//
It looks like i've touched tha untouchable, Infected ya "cell"//
Might as well call me Satan cuz i've put this lil bitch through hell//

aight....waitin on you now