yo these bitches distilled and spul need to grow up
they give me stiches of humour I could throw up
they both suck and there never gonna be famous
you'll have cut throats wid luck ur both an anus
you an't wanted why the fuck are you still breathing
you've bin on rap battles for ten years u should be leaving
stop believing cause all I can say is that ur going know where
if you were lost in space bitch no one would even fuckin care
your talent an't rare it's gods little fuckin mistake
he blessed you wid ugly because ur somone he hates
you'll both problebly die soon and I hope its sooner
we want to get rid of you cause I can't stand losers
when you spit you sound like you got somekind of desease
you both make lyrics dat give people heart attacks and can't breath
till they start screaming please I can't take it anymore
when ur on stage people are fleeing because your such a bore
hopeing ya album gets sold in stores no one wants to buy it
when they see ya wackness they start to jump on ya music n fight it
ya like to copy tracks and bite it you think your already superstars
but you act cocky and all your ever gonna be is computer retards