you just don't get it twisted.. This bitch just enlisted..
in the kids christian rap school.. listen, hear he lacks tools..
I clap fools.. attack when I battle rap..
his backs to the cage.. better tap..it's submission by a tittie twizt..
his rhymes most hideous.. damn this kids the skinniest..
white.. bitch-made emcee to ever touch a pen..
I'm too clever for his "type".. better never touch a mic..
cause I'll take your fuckin' life.. any hype that you had..
gettin' smashed on the track.. take my cash to the bank..
lean-back.. when these bars crash and sparks flash..
burn this kid to ashes.. an fill the yearn with wackness..
then dump him in the trash.. he's twisted like a spliff..
gettin' smoked by a dope motherfucker no joke..
I'ma loc.. he's a broke teexcee.. let's see..
he can flex.. oooh he's admin.. the sad thing is this twizt..
you couldn't mix a sick script.. if you were a pharmasist..
so ring the alarm.. cause I'm swingin' lead bars..
that are rippin' through ya guard.. you aint never been hard..
leavin' scars on ya grill.. dog I'm ill..
don't fill me with your bullshit.. my guns out the holster..
I'm roastin' the poster child for those.. style-rip..
fake.. underage.. cake boys.. thinkin' that they make noise..
aint nobody hearin' you.. ha. aint nobody fearin' you..
strait up.. wigga give the game up..
or stay on the porch.. like them lame pups..
I'm torchin' this lame fuck.. twizt get ya brain stuck..
ya reigns up.. I'm danga(er).. merk ya when the banger..
gets to bangin.. dog I'll sack you like I'm slangin'..
leave you hangin' in the mix... murdered layin' in the sticks..
aint nobody heard of twizt.. twenty hits on ya soundclick..
funny I aint found it.. you won't ever pound a beat..
nice as me.. I'm elite.. you the weakenst link..
better think before you "act".. better practice this rap shit..
