Wots this ya writin, its like a small fire with a big hydrant//
Soak yourself through wit your own novice assignment//
Like a lemming you’ll fall to your death pleading begging//
For some one to vote for you, to take with you to heaven//
Didn’t know you could go blind from reading bad verses//
But my eyes have started goin cloudy, from wak literal curses//
If ya lyrics were animals they’d be sheep, pigs and cows//
Only purpose for food to keep you full while you browse//
Keep practicing ya spittin, and if ya thinking bout quitin//
The1 go flee like a cat with a with crazed pitbull almost grippin//
Ya Think Ya Spit Da Ill Shit, But Inflict FromYa Larynx To Ya Lips//
Eclipse My Ears I Wish! Sound-Like You’ve Had To Many Trips// (acid)
From My Ears Blood Red Tears From The Vocal Torment Ya Emit//
If I Was The Dog Warden, You’d Be The Shovel Stained Wit Shit//
I’ll Clean It Off With Your Own Verse Might Just Break Its Own Li-mit//
You Don’t Want A Stray Jacket; You Want A Stray GAG To Smother-It//
Sound Like Sloth Off The Goonies Wit Out His Babe-Ruth Choc-o-Lit//
In Fact Fuck That, More Like Their Candy Only Half The Normal-bit//
I’m Bringin-It To An End, Ya Candles Burned-down-Quick After-Lit//
N.D.eva Strippin Back Ya Attempt Right Down To The Very Wick//