This little bitch, wanting to mess with me,
But he's like a fucking pussy cat, hiding way up in a tree.
This kid ain't a man, he's a braindead queer,
Even if you were invisible you couldn't Diss-A-peer.
You're like a deer in the hedlights, scared stiff,
I could beat you without pressing enter or shift.
I'll kick you down the stairs,
you ain't a motherfucking rapper, keep selling your wears.
I'll cut your throat with a razor,
come get your textual euthinazia.
Like I told you the first time, I'll tell you again,
I'll kick your ass, It doesn't matter were or when.