Don't get all gassed up, or i might have to worsen to sun-thee/
and i'm bein sincere, soon as i'm dun here-just killed the person above me/
ya think ya speak hard, when ya delivery's softer then a pillowed- suitcase/
and ya crew's-fake, i'll masterbate on ya food-plate cuz ya in need of a new-taste/
Heavyweight? ya hold about as much weight as baby tooth-paste/
so son ya betta stop answerin, or each post from me will be cancerous/
ya can't hang or dance with this, i'm the master of rap ya not even bandages/

blah foo000ooo