the chump wanna fight, but has no locomotion, yer abolished in 1 bar
this bitch wrote p.m. me, i rule. in his call out, even admitted u a kid, now uve gone to far
send u to an undisclosed area, have trolls rape ya, slap u intell u flow decent
rip 25 extra out ya 50, buy a bomb & strap it 2 ya skull, deplite it then call it ''me sent''
your hopeless no ones supporting your exstinct avatar
u the moon, dimmed with no reflection, shadowed and abandoned, & im the star
u say u from england, yer like an unknown burrito, all short of the right beans
when you fart jars, all u see is mirror image, while im coming threw with distrot ''means''
yer done, go back where u came from, & i hope you simply die
your verse was like something richard simmons wrote on heroin, & its no lie