I'm doin this quick but I'll make sure you suffer
you can't even sex a whore unless you cuff her
Even then she's still screamin mah name
you ain't got the skillz, last night Steve Urkel did the same.
At night I find you crying with ya momma
youz a horryfying contender, so go study drama
my words hit your chest, so call me a son of a gun
cuz I'm like an abbusive dad, I'm beating ya down mah son
Youz right when ya say youz mentally ill,
my intense rhymes make me win blind and make you an easy kill
I drop my lines like bombs, they hit ya chest and go deep like the Titanic,
I won't tell Elton ya had to cry after readin my verse, so don't panic

CONCLUSION: youz a gay ass mothafucka with no sense of rhymin, but no hate
but I find it pathatic that youz so fuckin ugly that you own momma doesn't want you as a date