The First thing a bring is I used to work for british mail,//
I got the fastest delivery for beating thorn the fucking snail//
Secondly I suggest you learn to read brail, I already did//
To read in between the lines “gonna break this wooden kid"//(thorns r made of wood)
Why you poppin at my interests smile at my profile//
According to yours you’re a no one which goes well with your style//
Don’t bring coke into it, been smokin it before you were born//
Compared to it your like the come down crashed out on the lorn//
I heard of burdens, but you’re the thorn in my side//
Luckily I got the antiseptic, numb what you try to imply//
Fuck the thorn ima gonna take the whole branch//
Leave this kid pricked bleeding rhymes through his own lance (lance a spelk)//
Dunno bout reapers but I’ll harvest ya rhymes//
From lowest ranking to ace of spades, I’ll bust all ya lines//
Thinkin he be a vet stacking and racking up double my posts//
Better make the most, ima leave him transparent like a ghost//
Closing the battle and to yall thinkin ima gonna fall//
Remember that a thorn’s a spike used by fags, lets kill them all//………