you ready


So u D.O.I u aint ill enuff to be the definition/
Bash is that your prison name getting your ass filled in so many positions//
Your punches old like fine wines plus fact has it your preference is men/
write my verse on my dick and threaten to fuck you with more than my pen//
got you screaming not again like a nun getting raped for the second time/
i value opinions, so i'll pull ur brain out thru ur mouth and let u speak ur mind/
I’ll be the kind to stab both your eyes with crayons just to leave you color blind/
could you please provide co-ordinates to ur punchlines that i'm still trying to find//
So I hear u like cutting hair as an occupation/
For real do u have a computer in the Bronx or are you down at the library impatient waitn for the next station//

drops the mic and leaves