Your just a style hugger so i'll let my style huvver, and spit the luscious butter, like a busted rubber, in your trusted lover.
Speaking of wich have you seen your girl lately SON?
My name is JB1 fuckin your babies mum with an infested rabie gun
The ladies dumb, and it was easy to up and mack the slut,
just a sack of nuts, my massive gut and half a pack of butts,
you versus me your gettin tossed in the brawl, lodging fragments of your jaw through the top of your skull, your options to fall,
And if your not dead i think you best pretend you are, i'm so relentless with every sentance so even than your even messed with scars.
I'm more than hot,burn an MC with equisite force, you couldnt singe a corpse if you lifted a jerry can and the olympic torch,
Your just a spoiled brat who lives in your moms basement suite,
has ends but no friends and pretends with a vacant seat, this is just a simple fact, you stupid fuck it ain't discreet, but when i throw a punch i'm swingin hard enough to break the street
you get taped and beat, placed in defeat as i wats your feet denting up your dads replacement jeep.