degenerate mr illiterate shits popped off mr pathetic put ya brains n the air like confetti bitch u aint ready u cold im hot reddot right spot lill bit of splatter n ya heart stop battle me for rappin not snitchin but since its been mentioned all them likes aint real an ya plays n questions ya deaths are only connection u talkin posers u glass u seein ya reflection whyteboi mafia them closers youll neva be fire u afraid of smoke face to face get ya jaw wired ya cock sucker get broke u stuck on a slope ya raps isa joke u should leave quietly my arsenal full of varietys ya rap book just a diary ya raps r n dier need so hot i take the suns spot u can die from the heat wrap u n a sheet why u sleep countin sheep why they do ya biopsy copycat who u tryin to copy funny how u sayed fat ya delivery sloppy u talkin like a rat ya recordin is choppy lethal dos thats family we eminem n u stanly ya bitch named kim bet she manly hahaha bi polar see da blue steel as ya catch a cold shoulder