you a bitch you was hidin when i bagged ya spouse..
once i leave he out the closet..this fag is out..
ain't wanna race the abl cause i ran'em out..
he like "man i don't battle..jus rap n i'm out"..
no outlets to this alley..no backin out..
you the one that chose to battle so stop bitchin u whore..
and u said that i was fire like an olympic tourch..
cause my tracks produce torque like i'm shiftin gears
and i don't need to take him out..i'll jus give'em a scare..
so ya asthma takes over..u better passin out..
i'll pour sand into ya casket & this crab can shout..
ya rap career is pleasantville & i can map it out..
cause you ain't goin nowhere you at the end of the road..
jus like a out of service car thats waitin to be towed..
if i'm wack then why you askin me to drop some rhymes..
w/ a sorry attempt to flip my lines & cop whats mine..
what ya lyrics ran out & now ya thinkin is done ?
cause you bitin my shyt is like drinkin some cum..
its like holdin my dick..if you thirsty then try it..
i'll hold the grip on this win like some dirty pliers..
