bitch, who u think u dissin, when u suck and fuck more dick then clit/
shit got u gripped so tight that u can't even piss/
so juss break u down with a good pistol whip cuz ur rhymes mean shit/
dick all, just prop u up against a wall, and play target practice with ur balls/
to pussy to snap crack open jaws, so u stick with spinnin ur weak spliffy riffs/
thinkin that u on top of this, but I'm the one to always make the hits/
like I'm Babe Ruth up in this shit, while ur sulkin in ur own spit/
so sick, that u cough up blood, yo buddy! LAY OFF DA DRUGS!!
the mush that u so love, the coke that u won't give up/
and the smoke that u always choke up, makin it hard for u to bust a nut/
so sterile that u can't wake that shit up, bitch u impitent as fuck!/
hey yo, I'm sick of u ya fuckin chump, so just step off, and let this rap be your loss/

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