you and raps a catastrophe, im immortal you cant match to me/
babyblue and you in a room but im last ta leave, questions asked to me,
why is simile so lame, wit no game "get it none" GAME im mastering/
got many bitches ta slap, you your just -1-, suspicious its me thats vicious,
"your done" "whore run"
waste a bar cuz it's more fun, embrace your set of pace, ya girls pussys a better taste, so much lickin iv'e blistered a sore tounge/
lifes got me infected, my diseases all messed wit, if god ran hell maybe you'd be accepted/ my stylez hectic, satan made a statement to defend lifes/
if good and bad were never mentioned then you'd be murdered in 10 lines/