I've come to LIBA rate RB from this washout gay/
I'll trade my torch for a broom to sweep his shit away/
This Bastards like a Yorkie bar, he was not made for women/
Drop this rap game like a bomb and take up opera singing/
Your belts the size of the fucking equator so you say your big worldwide/
I'm not just gonna cook you, NeCrId is getting fried/
Your signature says 'Fuck Wit Me' not if you were the last male/
That had a dick and balls to lick i'd rather put my tits on sale/
So over to the small cunt who thinks hes BIGgie C/
No use trying to reach him, He's at Quentin Chrisps for tea/