right bitch, imma beat you through 'n' through
for starters dawg, i aint even wit a crew
and you said you did my bitch in my own bedroom
she said your dick was da size of a pack of tunes
its so small, u couldn't even provide an orgasm
but i, sent yo moma into a mental spazm
cos she could not take all of my dick
i took down her panties and she reeked of shit
im a wannabe 2pac, hey, thats ok
at least i dont wanna join da KKK
u see me as phoney, i can live wit dat
how do you live wit yo dads addiction to crack
he must beat you and shout at you
cos your to weedy to speak to
like a prince naseem to a fuckin frank bruno
or like jesus against any fucker, yo
i compare you to, a rubix cube
your so messed up they dont know what to do
wit yo bitch ass, your such a faggot
cos in dis rap game, you clearly cant hack it