You a little bitch next post about to be eighty-two//
Stop w/ this diamond shit you'd realize I created you//
I gotta ass whoppin for Wil Getcha I don't feel like owin~em//
Must be mistaken ya crew thinks more like cubic sir conium//
Getcha couldn’t make it in the real world so he got on text//
Getten votes cuz you a rider who’s you gone hop on next//
Dis joke knows, hopes closed as I rape him in his exposed holes//
Hittin u w/ composed flows to impose blows that revoke souls//
Must be kidden, ya thoughts glisten, listen heres the opposition//
A catastrophic collision, that I'll have ya leader yell abort mission//
Getcha's a watered down herb another words diluted food//
Crushin diamond minds into an elementary arubix cube//