Forget Votes sights Bombing Your Aim To Delay-Messages
I Already Know your Style Sloppy Personals And Gay-References
Fuck A Heat Rash You’ll Be Swelling-From-the-Flames
Cause Your Personals aren’t Close To Correct Like The Spelling-Of-Your-Name
I Got A Pump-And-Crazy-stilettos Don’t Jump Claiming-Your-Ghetto
Punches Will Send You Spinning-outta-this-round like a drunk Tasmanian-devil
See kunt, sights Leaving Your Rhymes-Plunged
So Seeing Your Suspects Is The Only Time You’ll Be Able To Pick-your-lines-up
While I’ll get signed my speech-is-golden Classic Text I’ve Wrote With Greeks-n-Romans
While kunt Will Never Get Put-On-To-Fuck-With-Me Like Geeks-With-Trojans
kunt Your Dull-Minded Not Even A Lustrous-Past I’ll Crush-This-Trash
You Suck-That’s-Facts And You’re a Little Bit More Then Just Corny Like Succotash
Make Your Informal-Plot Cause Anything You Drop Gets Torn-And-Knocked
now Your Forced to Look For Dick-Riders Like Losing Clients At Porno-shots
you Shouldn’t have thought you ca smash-a-vet so now when I say (k)cunts fucked I don’t mean having-sex