ey yo, round two's a doozy son, you might as well call it quits/
kid, you couldn't palm a chick,...'cause your balls are as small as zits/
and your rhymes are the epitome of whack/
what the fuck made you write that weak verse homie?.... an epiffany on crack?/
you couldn't phathm to imagine all the pain I can bring to your household/
I'll split your mug wit a rusty scalpel then staple your mouth closed/
and you don't wanna diss the team, know what?...../
we'll rape your chick in her cullo and turn her butthole to a crispy creme donut/
shonuff, I'm nicer than Noel on my worst night/
feel a cold chill?, I'm a show you what the opposite of birth's like/
I'm so real, I might egnite and pop a clip at first sight/
he couldn't jump on a track... if somebody copped this prick a dirt bike/
the perverse type, strangling rappers with sneaker strings/
fuck RESPECT son,.... I just like hearing Aretha sing/
so if you ain't realized that you fuckin' with number one/
I might giz in your eyes, so you could see clear where I'm coming from! [no homo]
aight let's git some votes now!
Bookmarks