in the blue corner, behold skitten
spittn rhymes that he's bittn
sittn, waiting for his nightly whippn
not got a dick in the ass, he's trippn
waiting for a dood's cum so he can start sippn
swear's it tastes like hypnotic
swear's he didn't bite the rhyme, he bought it
but he did bite his dude's dick, slaughtered
already got a dick in his ass, i'm bothered
by his sexual acts, trying to force em on me
offered me ten G's of his no good money
but it don't count cause it's fake like Pamela Lee
get up off of your knees
I don't want nothn for free