I’m a bully, and this guy hunts, gays – You won’t kill me – I twist the die young phrase – step to me and get punked bitch –don’t hate the player or the game..yo.. hate the kid that runs shit – coz I belittle whacker kids – and ive been dope before parents even thought of accident – I’ll put you back in your place – and we ain’t collabing dog, but peep the Axe in your face – Just collapse in a grave – Stop with that weaker flow - With a fist in your mouth you still cant hit a deeper note – yo what can you do to P – nothing your through to me – you cant be on my Phayze’s level dog I hit puberty – I’m choking gays – Too bad this dope fiend has never smoked a Phayze – And never you will – Who knew his high voice and whack rhymes would make him better than bill? – Man this punk ain’t dope – I got a short temper – watch me stunt his growth – now just peep this loser bake – you should choose to fake – maybe play some soccer, dog, and lose some weight – Man this guy is fucked, the only people that feel him actually ride his nuts – And between us homey, you know you’re the bigger herb – they aren’t fans of yours man.. they just want a signature – And I can son you, but my spit is done – the only raw about him his this kids lit blunt ..
