I been waiting for comp...while this kid anxious to pop...
soon as he gets to the states its a flop...
all the crits...you've been mistaking for props...
funny how you lacing to Rod...mad cause he blazing ya spot...
all them multis...got ya tongue tied...
lifting weights to compensate the strength of your lungs right...
I got you figured out...
voice so soft...you'd think it came out a bitches mouth...
wait a minute it did...nigga's a secretary...
pushing paper the only way you playing with clips...
wishin his chest was hairy...Fated stays in ya rectum...
I'd give you black eyes...but your skin remains in the spectrum...
soldiers dying everyday in Iraq...where was you at...
in a tent...on the computer...texting your raps...
listen you wack...-for years we been tellin you that...
and got you fearing to ask yaself...
...-why...
Oh shit...its the pillsbury dough boy of rap...
Vocal Thought...rapes kids...
cause his mother couldn't keep her legs closed to a rat...
so where in the script does it show that you're black...
maybe in the rolls of your fat...you cool with Steve & Ben...
and that's saying a lot...most nerds meet chicks offline...
and there you have a craving for cock...
I like beef cause it can bleed more...you like beef cause u can eat more...
just lookin at your teeth...**uuuugggghhhh!**...they so chipped up...
looks like you bit into bricks cuz...you flesh rabbit...
and where's your neck playa...?...
all your bitches lookin like chest shavers...
bragging about your vet status...or vet status...
lemme guess -rabid...you 1 bisket away from Paradox figure...
and softer than a pair of socks wigger...
if he needs a new fam to drop him...just...
...-know...
