I’ll take it real slow, ‘cause based on what I’ve seen,
Your close to retarded bro, what’re you, thirteen?
If snickering like a bitch is your way of dealing,
When you got no mind to find the rhymes,
I guess it’s working.
The worse is yet to come, bitch its only gets steeper
Ya brought this on ya self, now I’ma pound you like a beeper
Lyrical grim reaper, to turn you to a sleeper,
I’ve only scratched the surface, ya nervous?
‘Cause it only gets deeper.
Here’s a question I’d like answered as quickly as possible,
If Pimpastic is supposed to be really unstoppable,
Then why’s his demise not just plausible, probable?
No mind of your own, why ya trying to squabble?
Poised with your choice of either outrageous or subtle,
You knew damn well mentioning my name could only lead to trouble.
So if you wanted the attention, you got it undivided
Whatever respect you had has long subsided,
Think kids in here don’t know exactly how misguided,
You are, by far, the worse, don’t hide it.
Here’s a recommendation Pimptastic, use your own mind,
I know it’s scary thinking on your own for the very first time,
But swinging from Sicka’s nuts won’t guarantee you a thing,
Between you and me, it’s embarrassing.
