Your rhymes are lame.
they all look the same.
the only thing easy is to put you to shame.
I don't think your the illest because your rhymes make me sick.
like when your mother tried grabbin my dick.
she's fat, she's ugly, she looks like a whore.
treat her like a dog and shoo her out the door.
bake those rhymes. I'll eat them all.
I'll turn them into shit upon the wall.
the stitches I need will be from busting a gut.
itching my hair from the crabs from your mutt.
Think you can rhyme, but your words are weak,
After lookin' at this counter, you'll notice my freak.
My mother tryin' to grab your dick, only to cut it off,
Problem she couldn't find it, size wasn't enough.
To you she looks ugly, look like a whore,
But that doesn't explain why she kick you out the door.
You say you eat my rhymes, but that makes no sense,
'Cause my rhymes are like poison, eat at your expense.
Say the rhymes make you sick, but I'm mortally ill,
So here's some last words, while I'm alive still.
Get of this Thread, and get rid of your shi*,
For whatever you reply, I can outwit.
On this day, is where I put you to shame,
So only come back, when you've got some game.
Remember my offence, it can't be broken,
Don't believe me; Look up, it's proven.












