First verse for me… here it goes!
It’s time to send this b*tch back to the asylum he was s**t from
You wanted a f**kin’ piece of this, come get some
So you think your hot now cause I gave-you-my-vote?
Challenge me then sit at your computer and pray-that-I-choke
They compliment me, say they like the way-that-I-flow
Say-that-I-smoke, I’m on fire, and your days-at-a-close.
Bish plays-like-a-pro, your just so basic-and-old
Face-it-and-fold, your games over, either change-it-or-go
Haha, I bet you wish now you hadn’t f**ked-with-Bish
You better duck-you-b*tch, cause your lucks-been-ditched
I think you rolled with the wrong card
Your too soft for spades, I’ll just call you Mr.Hearts.
Hurry, write some s**t down, you wouldn’t wanna miss-your-part
Though it’s gonna stink anyways like piss-n-farts
So fill me with laughter, say again that your a rapper
Haha, learn to spit first then you can say that maybe after