I'm tiring of you fakers
Firing shots like the Lakers
You all sound the same
In this pathetic rap-game
This website's for losers
Like me, drunken boozers
Can flow better than us
Where's the skill? I run pus
It's all I have to offer
Paranoid like Dennis Hopper
Of hearing your insults
I still post, like we're in cults
We stick like dry glue
Our perception is skewed
I say we're spraying our spout
Nothing to write about
Which is why I'm now quittin'
Go ahead and start bitchin'