Yo bitch you bin hastling me but you might aswell bark dawg cuz i'll smoke ya like tree's.
Didnt ya mumma ever tell you not to fuck with me, oh no she was busy explaining me the birds and the bee's.
Im bust ya lines cuz there brittle with ease, and your already spun like ya fucked on ee'z.
Im not even trying but your trying my patience,
Your a fucking stupid prick cuaght up in the pretence,
After this battle with me you'll confide and repent,
If bad lines were crime your spending life behind a fence.