born to kill ya culdn't force a thrill-even if ya tried to masterbate/
and i'm not suprised still, at ya age-ya'll need viagra to push up the pace/
look up and get sprayed, cuz cut's in that flowin-mood/
ever since ya last birth-day, ya not gainin weight? ya just blowin-through/
holdin-true with that many wins and ya still got no-crew-each of ya shows wearin thin like posin-nude/
since it'll take ya a decade, to get any ass-ya'll just be growin-prude/
treat ya like the houston 500, and have ya changin up fast/
like a pit-crew-can't stand to look at u-sit down i'll start arrangin a mask/
ya culdn't be hot money if ya were blazin up cash/
your a fuckin headhunter? that occupation is pinnacle/
cuz the truth is, ya really are dominant-with how many dicks u blow/
i dun't wanna figure it out, either way ya biography is gay/
from u'r avy, ya alredy dead-so u can call me bone-crusher today/


check his profile if ya dun't get any punches---

peace gl