My rhymes make you go back and face ya whackness…
They to strong for you, best chase em with chaser tablets…
Or did you misplace the caplets… Hey perhaps it’s…
Up under that drawer, or else I’d say the cabnets…
Amazin fast wit… I came to pass shit…
To you so one day you can say, “I made a classic”…
I ain’t ya last pick… I stay fantastic…
You never see me come with that same exact shit…
Not made of plastic… No way I’m that sick…
But I’m too big for earth so I stay galactic…
You get sprayed and smacked quick… Save ya whack shit…
If you talk smack you might wanna pray to back it…
Re-play the tactics… I out blaze the addicts…
The way you haters hate I would say it’s tragic…
I’m made of magic… Imma mage with that stick…
I throw rhymes that all I do is amaze the pack wit…
The way you fags still act I’d say ya pack dick…
Imma pay ya back wit…
Ya motherfucking face and a mace to crack it…
I replaced ya sack wit…
Two tic tacks and a place to pack it…

Haha… Still think I suck? I don't think so