If you be low ridin then pull up ya pants
yo
your rhymes don’t make sence kid
learn the english language
I’ll bring this anguish
and zing you till you zang bitch
who do you hang with?
Probably faggits
ill bury you with magots
yo momas got sag tits(ewww)(hahaha)
your rhymes are thin like paper so I shred em(embed him)
ill put him in his tomb
put him in his gloom
muther fucking split him into two(hit him with his shoe)”nahh”
id rather lyrically rape him
spiritually sacred
heads hold me to there soggy heart(man thats impossible with those two body parts)
so im rippin him to peices
and i flip an spin and eat this
big chunk of ice(that shit was black, his rap was whack)
I cracked his back with my testimony
everyone knew it even his bestest homey
im restless know me
don’t try n fuck around
cause if you do
youll cry and duck and frown
If you be low ridin then pull up ya pant
