Lyrics
Fuck squigs, ill make him see blurry swigs,
while I feed him rap medicine for his narcoleptic fits,
I don’t care what you stepping wit, ill fucking step on ya kicks,
smash ya shell toe, you no rapping bitch,
Ya punch lines look like you wrote em wit Nelly’s Pin,
But you cant sing, so, don’t even compare to him,
You probably humming to little kids, squigs a pedafile,
You ass backwards you only catching raps like R. Kelly styles,
So what you saying to me now, ill eat you like you biggie sized,
Leave you like Dave Thomas in the ground,
We can do this however you want, even pound for pound,
I weigh about 300 pounds so that’s a big mound to walk ova you fuckin clown,
I feel bad using all these lines for your punk ass,
you couldn’t see my intro wit magnifying glass, and I don’t fuck wit text,
You talkings nonsense like you Charlie browns parents,
You incoherent and ya raps transparent,
that’s the only reason I cant see you,
You’d have to Polish ya skillz and put a body kit to get a nigga to feel you,
But believe you, me, im walking away wit all the votes,
Cuz if you even post it would be a miracle you hoax, another shrimp on the roast,
This aint 31st street, and I aint Chris Cringle,
A body bag wit attached ass woopin is all ill bring you,
So get out the thread, yet again just leave fs,
You can add all the squigs you wont ya lines still wont stretch,
Ya punch lines wont flex, my muscles don’t even shake reading ya shit,
My eyes might hurt at best, so feel blessed,
God Armor hath cometh for that ass,
They can sing ya lines from the mass, when ya breath has met its last,
You bit off a lot more in this task, then you ever shoulda wanted,
My punches so hard they written amongst my guantlet,
Proceed to mark you on ya on your stomach,
You wack and ya styles is only matched by a mullet,
I can keep going for days but im not cuz im wasting my time,
For every 20 lines you write matches one of mine…….
