i aint no pig but wins ya i cop em/
skills you aint gott em- watchya fall like autum/
lowest level, son ya at the bottom/
threw like 20 punches but still.. you never cought em/
im not judgin you about ya color/
cuz its not my fault ya look like a dirty mutha fucka/
mexican slash quarter porderican/
ya deekin like a freakin computer geek on the weekend/
all ya shit sounds tha same bro/
wack beats differnt lyrics wit the same flow/
sorry, internet wont get ya fame yo/
gettin dickrode daily by the same hoes/
man... i dont even know why ya rap/
ya look like a clown..and from the pictures ya bitch be way too fat/
you sound amature to say the least kid/
still hittin the snare even when the beat skips/
ya dumbass get hung fast/
better shut the fuck up before you get a toungue lash/
i sound about as phat as ya bitch/
dumb slut cant even fuck, she gotta dick and no tits/
how u like that, i hope you write back/
i hope you come to my town.. i hope you fight back/
how you feel that..i hope you like that/
i hope you come to my town.. i hope you fight back/
why you hatin cuz beats all hurt/
or is it cuz i our grime on ya street like dirt/
ya first verse sounded run by a joke/
i wasnt even choked while ya hung by ya throat/
my shits real like im livin my dream/
ya fuckin 20 years old and im only seventeen now/
im not mean now i just ripped ya spleen out/
nock ya backward like cross...wit tha sceme out/
stay home cuz son ya never been out/
gettin yelled at and reemed out like back in teen scouts/
i crusify with lines more fine than the equator/
ill stab you to the cross now call me a hater/ bitch/
