aight no more den 10 linez. no bitin off old battles u cheata

my raps r like a poet, they're metaphorical
ur raps could never b ill even if it and aids were biological
put a glock to ur face, told ya to press the trigga
then this 'psycho' actually did it that dumb nigga
ur raps r bitten ur faker than implants
now the bottom of ur trousers r brown in ur once white pants
im elevatin, castratin, and gayhatin all at once
ur just in the school of hard country, and ur the school dunce
*finisher*
ur raps r never 'fashionable' even if ur 10 minutes 'late'
while im down here killin mcs ur waitin for me at da pearly gates