listen gay fag spitta-
just call me a gravedigga
make you wake up smell the roses- well known that im way sicker
and yeah you need some practice- so try keep flowing
i plan to leave spine disconnected like ya cheap modem
you freak show- try to block out the pain- bet you weed smoking
but imma treat my guns like internet pages and reload them
wait- here's a tip- better quit or get fired son
ya style's just the latest trend like new firestone tires
you have to line up ya target then start shooting
on the wrong side of the tracks- yo you dont why you try producing?
cause you dont got no skills- just drop dead
you aint a professional, only "wanna b" like a pothead
rock that ja rule beat- you makin me laugh man
its ironic- that you'll never have a crowd that will clapback
all you raps are trash- plus you lack any real flow
saying wrath's a "pain in my ass" naw dog- thats my steel toe
homo freal though- only passin by deafaults
el nino's in the past- please stop all of that "heat talk"
why dont you quit hip hop and join a b ball team?
i keep blowin ya socks off- there go ya ree-boks g
better catch em- you only wining when pigs fly
and i aint feel throwin you- so good luck tryin to get by
never will spit tight- you a guy whose disgraced
use a disguise to hide ya face from the light of day
hey dog-wonderin do you drop just to bug me?
at least you got one fan man- cause god loves ugly
you been around for some time- and only got one track
that lets me know you aint a professional- never done jack
i thinks it gonna stay that way after this
remember my name "its wrath!" with every ass that you kiss
