Like a deer you run away cuz you smelt my gun//
and you couldn't get pussy if i helped you son//
You say you blow up the spot//
Nigga you lukewarm/and the rhymes you got couldn't get a tea cettle hot//
Man, what you need is a perk up like zoloft//
and back to ya rhyme, it's weak you need to blow off//
quick, hold off, find a new hobby fast//
Get out before you die, i'll kill you like mustard gas//
silently, and depressingly fatal//
i'll have you questioning reality as if this was a fable//
Now this would be funny if was actually serious//
This the sixth bar, now you've found yourself delerious