Man,everyone here knows,u’ve had NO mouths on ur d**k,
I’m only silent, cause i’m confused..d**k? or carrot stick?
I’m lookin over ur past s**t, your haukin miscast spit,
Your not fit to transmit, your completly lacking in wit.
Ur rhymes are weaker than Barry Bonds without his steriods,
I’ll rape you so bad, your ass will hurt like mad hemroids.
The way u talk I swear you sound like your prepubescent,
So adolescent, U prolly think Santa still brings your presents.
If girls cant rap, that means your more woman than me,
No more "Man Games", U’ll have to sit down when you pee.
U say your a pro, but I hate to yell ya, YOU CANT BATTLE,
You are easier to lead to slaughter than a herd of cattle.
All this s**t about ladies in the club, had me laughing so hard,
The bouncers spot ur prosti-tot ass,even with your "id card".
I just commited statitory rape on ur verses, No ** when Im tearing,
Unlike "king of deze streets" I dont get grounded for swearing.