first of i have to say dog you suck
its not even a punch line im just saying it straight up//
drink these lyrics right to ya liver//
you rhyming is just like little kids running with sissors//
its not good faggot, i had to inspect ya
i checked ya this cats old name use to be Hexen//
grafix estrodinare, ya shit fliped some wigs
but ur rhyming is ass bitch just stick to sigs//
112 wins were the fuck have i been shit
you can ask around bitch treduse has been sick//
i know ur suburb ass aint from the ghetto
dont mean ur nice because ur mom said you special//
ok imhype theres no dening
u rhymings is a tragity just like the pope dieing//
dont get me wrong though im not that religous
but you should be, maybe god can help you win this//
Now imhyped bitch, please try to see me
i listen to all ya tracks and felt like dry heaving//
wanna get on tv, acting like a street G//
befor that can happen Hex hop of the peepee//
ya plain, how can you claim that your a vet
112 win and still dont get respect//
please stop ya wack shit
cause you bit off more than u can chew like a hungry fat bitch//
ya tracks are trash you aint making no heat
maybe ya wack ass should try staying on beat//
i think you should find another profession
dont take this as a diss, take it as a lesson//