I spray the soul of ya text and piss on whatever that’s hovering cuz Split’s leaving ya lines out of order like blind men coloring/

So why ya grinin? If ya wonna smile then smile but the votes will shift ya face….Time fo all the kats to know that youz only droppin lines cuz ya too weak to lift the weights/

You couldn’t beat me if I layed my dick in ur hand and said grab this cuz Your words are fukin weak like Ja Rule’s ‘I’m real’ remix/

ill have you lookin like that fag rappin for pennys, the only way you could ever raise steaks is liftin T-bone platters at denny's/

Youz a groupie bitch whose condoms fit loosely… how you expect to show some muscle and push....if ya can hardly move me /

you could'nt "imitate" my text if i gave you my log-on-password, just one question…."..how many times do you want to get ya ass served?/

You might as well give in to ya feelings an adore-me..in battles you perform-poorly…,it's like your "corky" trying to play-porn star-in-a-orgy.../

Fukin herb, … youz being slaughtered! Even if this was a broken silence, I’d still be the loudest
This sissy’s Been-Grounded,… beaten and pounded,… have U Peeps 'Eva Found The Recipe For Wackness'?Cause This Weak-Slut's-Found-It!