Man i thought ya first lines was weak, then you came with even wacker shit/
I mean I’ve had iller spits by accident/
Ya got no balls, just a sign that reads: sack for-rent /
You tryin to be 50, but we call ya 49 cause you lack a cent/
the only way people feelin ya shit is with they hand up your ass/
I’d send ya to concentration camp, but his styles already gassed/
I’m on a higher level kid, you just cant understand/
my ability enhancing the track so much in the olympics I’d be banned/
Youve pissed off a god so i strike down his staff'/
Then ill slit a line of semetry through ur body so I can choose the better half/
See im crackin myself up.. don't need the chronic to get laughs/
But ill spit constant punches at your sternum... fuck lettin pain pass/
I'd make this a pink slip battle.. but you'd get caught for skippin class/
Cause the lesson that gazzebo is teaching today is RB history.. and that where you'll soon find justin credibleswack ass/