ya say u claustraphobic rite...well im commin in wit rhymes/
u must be gay, cause u guys stick close together like u got dicks glued to ya behinds/
when u up against me ur gonna need rhymes that are outside the box/
T.H.O.G is bak? y so he can get banned again..on another name he not?/
This cat's flow is weak, like Being owned by Memphis ya fate looks real Bleek/
This kid could be Santa giving out hot coals and still not Bring Heat/
This fool is hopeless, he cant See the Picture like Blind Artists/
You could Give Webster Brain and ya punches still couldnt Define Illness/
im Capsizing ya Flow, you could Give Head to Midgets and still not Lay Low/
Makin toothpicks of ya Bones, you so stupid u the kid puttin 50 Cent album In Payphones/