yo mad dogs balling his eyes he an't wise
fucks guys constantly outta his mind
but don't actually got one I think
every lyric you spit always stinks
fuckin australian this bitch is nervous
this guys a loser god made him a perpous
likes to be fake likes to even hated
don't have a girl and never even dated
he needs cremated he's simply faded
he lives in a bath tub cuz his house was raided
he's white trash but that an't no news flash
he'll be easy to smoke up just like an ash
thinks he's goold wid spits but im quick 2 pit
can't take my hits he' come soft like a clit
when he spits halfs like prerit it's all shit
sounds like he's spittin wid some kinda fit
I don't want ya 2 preech ya life a flea
that won't go away bitch needs 2 leave
your a cochroach that needs 2 be roast
put u in an oven at 200 grade to toast
all ya ever do is boast just shut up bitch
u need a 1 bullet in ya head left in a ditch
he's on rap verse............ twenty 4 seven
acting tough mad dog watches ocean eleven HAHA
your takin my lyrics so serious it's amazing
you tear your hair out wid da challeng ya facing
im a higher rating so stop wid ya debating
go lock your self in ya room n start masterbating
I develop music and all you do is abuse it
iand thats what you do wid ya life every minuit
your a born loser born wid a computer
always confuzed shit is as bent as a ruler haha