Take off ya wig and those fake nailes cuz I’m leaving you ‘vibrated’
It’s all about skills but you rather have me leaving you ‘penetrated’
Only a new identity would give you the balls to step to me with bravery
You ain’t throwing much at me like run away handwalkin men in slavery
Whateva, screw ya… put ya skirt back on and ‘Hu-La’
Cuz you battling me isn’t surreal… even ya ‘fans’ boo-ya
They should call ya ‘69’ cuz you were conceived at the mouth and came out a crack baby
You wack lady… the only way you beat this ‘bunch’ is spankin Brady’s

I attack this herb, thought I "punched behind you" the way I "gashed-back"
This kid’s verse is like a thong , a line... , than the rest half-assed

had this in ten mins
so hit me...