Yo , Look , You really dont wanna start this, Cause ill finish it, In one minute with, This hard shit im spittin with, I aint kiddin kid, All i need is a rello to put piff in it, After i get done splittin it, Lickin it, stickin it , Back together, i lit this shit, Spit this shit, im better, You dont compare to ritter bitch, I use this pen and this pads a letter, Im ill, For real, I will, kill Pop alot of them colotapins, I need a shoppin list for all them doctors im shoppin with, You cant think of shit to stop this shit, Youre awful bitch , All full of shit, Spittin foolish shit, tryna sound cool an shit, Shit, you aint, You wont, You cant , An ant , To a giant , So defiant , names ryan, Ill define it, While im rhymin , This time the rhyme will leave you cryin, Cause you cant find a line as good as mine is, Leave em lifeless, Beat your wife, kids, Your tied up right by them, I might go more, If i find a whore , imma beat it, Till that pussy is kind a soar, She dont want more shes tryna find the door, And ends up on the floor, I find a cord, Or a knife or sword, Or a bat to crack your spinal cord, What you whinin for? You know your about to die you whore, I like being michael more, And not michael khores, Im talkin meyers, Leave the knife inide her, and set the fire, Let her burn, Now homie , what you learn? Its your turn to try n roast me, Good luck you fuckin phoney