I'm bringing apocolipse to Bre's day, You're beef is strayed and drained it looking like you had botox to your brain/
Cuz it jus shrivelled from the day you were born, You in Nyg contempt n so the court be adjourned...
You'll be given the death sentence...Like a lil rich kid at christmas you'll be blessed wit my presence/
After all i am a male...you left frail like a rape victim, You gettin impaled by the flail of unsafe dik suckin/
Cuz spunk drools out your mouth till i sea-a-creature,
You couldn't get a tad of the pole wit the way i beat-ya/
They tryna prevent geatin beat by juggling there mums eggs wit no eyes in there head/
You fucked up as badly as a fully booked whore...you nearly as bad as your mum you needn't be ashored/
You no the deal, You allways cum up trumped(chumps) and your gettin jumped like jonathon edwards...we go the furthest m we skip(forget u)hop and jump you till your headhurts/
N the day your rhymes work is the day you beat us, you'll never win
N you couldn't even match my rhymes if you were my syamese twin/

Fuc it i'm dun, peeps holla