Aight you from Rhode Island I call it faget land/
Where little pussies like you try to give out a helping hand/
I'm lyrically ill my rhymes will leave you hypothermally chilled/
You like the bitch on the corner except you ain't lookin for clit your lookin for boners/
Brendan nice emcee name it sounds like a faget who's got weak game/
Fuck the wackness emergency center at the rate your goin you can let me be your mentor/
What happened to your face it looks like someone ploughed it with a mace/
Your mom must have a lazy eye cuz when she tried to stick my dick in her mouth she poked herself and started to cry/
Why you have to make this shit so easy, just because you found your momma on her knees tryin' to please me/
It's like youz attackin' without lookin, you gonna hit my fist for a substitute stop sign and you'll end up trippin/
You rhymes are wack I'm afraid for these people because if they laugh any hard they'll have a heart attack no ones got your back they all laughin cuz you and your momma live in a shack/
You call it a home it don't have a phone don't need a loan to buy that place it's like a houseboat on a river except when it snows the cold makes your place shiver/
You underestimated my power and now your startin' to cower cuz someone like me with rhymes like these is too
Deadly.