u talk alota shit your wot we call shit manure
u compete against tech i'll leave ya face injurrred
U heard bitch u like to think you are the man
u make no money.. just keep jerkin dat dick in ya hand
ur heads a rubber band i wanna pop it
bitch u think ur cocky we dont like ya raps so im'a stop it
send ya on ur ass like a rocket...fuckin rookie
u reek man ur just a pussy man lookin 4 a cookie
Fat slob.... i dont need to say much to hurt ya pride
ur main goal in life is to die and i wanna be by ur side ohhh
fuckin hurt ya man im glad...to see u gettin mad
u talk alota bull from wot i read.. but i left ya words stabbed
jab ya left to rite like tyson stop thinkin ya nice son
cuz im cold as ice cunt and u get turned 2 bean and rice dumb