As I started to think that maybe ,I don’t give to many insults to encouragement,to start the assaults Of mouthy rappers , that eat shit, while they get shitted on, while getting rimed job,16 bars for 16 dollars and hour to put these rappers off the knockers and give them a real father while I knock up there mother after she aborted that other shit stain you call rapper, rappers think there rappers but they ain’t shit,over stated the fuckery for way to long,they should’ve prolonged your birth,by taking your moms innocence,by throwing her ratchet body into the fire of these orphans get inspired by these dirty Harlets that came out a piece of shit,like your other ancestors did all my fatal,abuses that’s skips your after life,the life you faked to b a g and walk g like,but always got fucked on your g spot while getting spitted on ,cocksuckers like you are forever,punk,kick,bitch slap,and left over ,on there back like a bag pack fucking I’m incubator,to a full out double Verse two Who the fuck am I to state,and raise the bars ,of these indolence,so called children of the corn I’ll pick you up ,and let the anger of 1000 dead corps Eat the last so called of a humility man ,that you say you are,and I know iam,I been trained in the arts of fuck you up until your vocal cords are high pitch up,like you got kicked in the nuts by ten Ken shemrock,Rock paper scissors,I’ll pick of theses swissors and I print a get the fuck on ,cut You know these rappers ,the ones with the big chain and little nutts- you know rapper The ones who pay for As a rapper my self,I been abused my bully artist who think they got it,but didn’t broke free to see money in his life did grow on trees,while the thunder leaves of every children that wanted to b a star ,fell on there knees to see the reality of these gemmick win at life