Coz is on sum gay shit, gets sunned for tryin my patience/
i got this win by the wrist so just watch wut applyin the pain is/
all you are is cosmic slop, so stop on the spot-or get chopped by a lot/
i'd tell you go back where you came from but then you'll have to hop on a mod/
coz got lyrics like pope john paul singing the anthemn-i aint hearin it/
or fearin this bitch, you can tell he's black from his location-as clear as it is/
his style uses word-play, even worse is his game/
can't get pussy past the desktop and his verbals the same/
word to this lame, who's a meer image of a dope/
he shulda let me spit first-or had a scrimmage for hope/
let me just unplug my mic, rip out my keyboard, fuck this dyke/
he needs a hug to be tight, you heard of hard hitters he's a buttered up pipe/
wonderin why? you wanted a battle, here's a suicide/
okay chap, with your olay raps, your no way phat/
plus the only way your gettin up is with a flownase cap/

aight gl peaceeeeeee