Even he dont wanna battle no more, he cant fuck with Mine
I'll make him 'Sit Down' faster than Fat Joe at Supper Time
So we can watch Fux 'Take off ', Crash-Burn and Die Since
This bitch couldnt ' Land a Punch ' with a Pilots Licence!
I'll leave him Fresh to Death..... like bodys in Fly Caskets
Long as I'm Hair....You wont 'Cut it' like Barbers with Eye Patches
Good bye bastard............have a good time Riding Dick
And when I make ya 'Chest Cave in' you can run and try to Hide in It
You see he is SICK, and texting actually gave him some Help
Cuz we 'play with words' but WORD just plays with Himself.............