i create shit for money, you take shit for money
shovelin... mumblin bout ya boss is a dummy...under your breath
i could trick your lights gas and rent... lunch money
ur posts is like how much money ive spent...it aint funny
i throw it in yo face
thats just the icing on the cake thats leavin you lookin crummy
murderer... kid i am merciless..
every letter a machete...confetti... u aint ready,
i just make it look effortless
u angry i get more pussy than hugh heffner gets
thats just an estimate, jealous i gotta betta bitch...
an yours say she celibate, my lyrics is napalm
i'm a sick MOTHERfucker like i developed an oedipus
professor x'n it... got me doin a facepalm
cuz every line you spit... i can guess the rest of it
u give me diabeetus, i could wear a pink wifebeater an be dancin to akon... makeup, eatin bon bons with a rainbow cape on ...this sissy'd still be sweeter
but really this is the internet, silly shit is irrelevant
cause the fact is, cracker u wack...u lack practice
like when yo lady gave me head an said she never kissed an elephant
so call me STYLE MasterDon, yo raps is like a slap versus the arm of megatron
firing laser beams with the force of atom bombs
silencing your screams shakin the street like gelatin
i write a 16s that shatter yo catalog..this is the evidence
theres no competitor better than the veteran, J Crow
i dont spit off the dome wigger... this off the melanin