Poeticcc, you a fake prophet//and a fake rapper…
You kno I hate to stop it//but this shit createz laughter…
And I need to smile more//you don’t outrank these tractors…
This bitch should file divorce//and quit tryna rap like an actor…
I’ll blast ya ass backwards//help you get ahead in life…
Shock ya brain with benjamins//in ya head I embed a kite…
Decisions decisions//bust lead turn red to life…
Hit with precision//ma knife makes sure you bled tonight…
Diverse’s dorito bag// is phatter your lil’ ass…
you wearing speedos, fag//I make ya bladder blast…
in this game of life//I’m climbing tha ladder fast…
while you ashamed of height//you couldn’t dropped a wacker track…
ya name rearranged in fright//ya game stained and drained to a blacker black…
you ain’t no gangsta//you ain’t nothing but a pranksta…
tricking these catz//now I gosta shank ya…
sicker than phat//you kno I outrank ya…
pricking ya ass//shoot 4 bullets and see 5 holes…
sticking so fast//before I hit you, ya whole eye was swole…
eclipse ya tracks//so no one finds where I left ya soul…
Rip this Fag//now it’s time for you to pay death’s toll…
