first of all nat,
ya might as well stay anonymous//
i ain't ya dad - thats why u gettin beaten like my foster kids//
takin out aggression - breaking you down to sections//
you couldn't flip bars and score if ya proffession was tetris//
stay steppin in the opposite direction//
breathe control sounds like u been messing wit an oxygen infection//
natizzle? wut the fuck? who's this dude//
who couldn't deliver if i wanted the news tribune//
f'real bitch, its - wrong to bring it on to me//
cyborg illness? how u gonna rap wit a trachyotomy//
ya shits bein stuffs and bucked thru ur chins top//
what the fuck does anime and starbucks - have to do with hip hop?
u get dropped quick - in a drop kick motion like ya dad did//
to you when u was born - and he found he had a kid//
this is savage shit - lavishin back again is an accident//
after this only sex this faggot gets - is ass from men//
that's a sin - nat goes down on poop logs from gay nerds//
his two songs each contain too long of a gay verse//
its pretty cute the way make words//
name soundin like a reject snoop dogg slang term//
bitch im slappin ya mouth for runnin shit
only thing more horrid than ya punch in's - is whoevers punchin in//
after this day u lost percision and rhythm//
but theres a cock in ur face for every diss that u missin//
u an inch from a lynchin - n the voters brought the rope//
you only pounding shit - when being pounded afta ya dropda soap//
i got ya throat - u better be run away with high knees//
yu aint beatin me -'less ya jerkin me off- in my sleep//
die geek - really, how many punches have i thrown??//
shoulda known he'd no show to the pro chose and go ghost//
not cuz he's scared - but cuz i left him with a broke throat//
u can check his flow just know that wack shit don't float//
