Fuck it ima pat you down, believe we aint talkin cop & robber
Thought this kid could become hard....until i fuckin saw HER

Smash on this gay,
All your drops are like new songs....cuz they're Certified Played
Cant afford school supplies,so he wrote on the back of a lunch-tray*
You spittin that sound?,just do us a favor & shut ya computer down
Cuz Circus dont except clowns like you that ride with a open frown.lol
Ima drop ya hard,leave ya to bleed after this key, just watch & see
^But when you down for the count,
lick my blood be onlytime you tasting victory
Kid you're history, but trust me we aint learning about geography
Ill drag you out the nightclub,
just to prove that the only g-you-out-to be.**
Trust me, you aint fit to throw, ill lean on you...just like ya losses
Told him to 'fuck my flow'...so he ran and put his 'dick in the fossid'
But hol' up beatin me ya aint able, ill spark ya up wit agua and cable
Cuz to be serious,ya verses like handicap kids...cuz they all disabled
Look i just thru in sum mexican,so watch this 'line' and dont step again
Cuz at the end, you and ya raps............are gettin cut like forskin


*lunchtrays at school are sometimes paperback
**basically saying he a Drag Queen at night.