OK U fucken chip...Yer gonna B taste-E afta I blend U in wit some dip
Cuz all U R is a morsal...easily eaten by my apatight & hunger fo weak torsals
Ya yer body has no muscle or flexability 2 knock me out...i'll hit yo spit wit the drout
Head south wit ya limbs dangguling from all ova ya structure, 3 hits wit a tek & U out
Frito ya body fluids will turn into the consistancy of a melted burrito
& yer like an unknown origin only suitable fo farting beans in large jars
Extend my arms all the way 2 mars & grasp the planet then power drive it into U
Yer threw...U shouda neva came here 2 my battle field, I hope U yield when I batter U
Starting off yer gay legacy wit a lose...U shouda known I'm the boss
Turn U into that of worthless shit...isolate U so vigoressly that yull only B acceptable as moss