i admit my rap r low and dont achieve
but with the greed and envy i can believe
keystyling isnt my strong but songs r wat i live apon
ur raps r wrong and bring in jealousy
i dont really know u but i read around and did my research
ur lookin to get ur teeth murked and bp-vest warped and ripped short
ill rip u so hard ull have uyr family at a funeral in remorse
ur raps couldnt be worse but if u tak ur time and do ur research u might end up in billboards
my rhymes will t-k-o u cuz im t-r-u-2 the g-a-m-e
rock u till the wheels fall off and the bags all empty
ima cut ur balls off and sew them on ur chin
when u walk in a crowd the will grin
ull look back on this and say "yd i let him win?"
peace out. read this remember ur sin.