your the equivelant of mute men bick..erin'/
you text is nonsense.... your computer isn't listenin/
not even poly-grip...will stop the slip/
you can try to grit...I'll just pull your jaw through your bottom lip/
leave you wallowin'...an hour or two later...death comes followin'/
hell open's up......now your fallin' in/
it's over...I sqaushed you/
you couldn't make a comeback...if a boomerang tossed you/
that means you can't win...if I lost you/
don't act thug...you ain't hard/
you couldn't be in charge.... lyrically...even if you were a mastercard/


fuck it..I'm gonna keep this verse short......

there ya go