i just got this message from this dick ryder furoshis/ he wanna battle me so i'ma handle this/ lyrically drop bombs on his fucking carcass/when i grace the mic/i'm actually worshipped/you aint on on my level/u ill equipped/it needs to be said/nobody knows whose son this is/cos u so ugly/when you were born/u left yo mama brain dead/you hustle all the time/but you cant get no dough/nobody likes you/cos you in to everything thats homo/everytime you try to look in a mirror/it cracks/instead of hitting pussy/you wanna specialise in hitting sacks/you wanna follow the footsteps of your father/who turned gay/and left with yo mama's brotha/you a loner/you so fat and ugly/not even a gay man would wanna rape ya/you a male version of a prostitue/working on the city block/but you always getting attacked/fucking cry like a gay bitch/everytime you gonna get slapped/thats it i'm done/now u know i'm lyrically renound/ding ding/KO/bring on the next round