He's suppose to spit 1st...but what's it matter when he's got nothing,
No skills, no flow, not even able to have a virgin pussy's cherry popping,
You mangled n twisted like the core of a major league baseball,
I'm like sosa without the cork but still able 2 smack ya ova the wall,
Just like expired fountain drinks...You losin your taste,
Add more syrup n less water...cuz your originality fades,
I've caught this bitch runnin...but the only description is he's a blackguy,
But after this drops...so will his eyelids cuz they swollin wit black-eyes,
Times runnin out... dial 911 n make it your last call,
Your scared white...n the only thing black n blue is ur busted balls