Hm I guess this shit ain't bad,
Wait til you hear me, I'm fuckin rad,
So you be Sire? Duke of what?
Duke of Dicks, and Sire Butt Fucks,
Put down the mic, cuz this is the end,
Go get a life, and don't spit again,
And why you hataz iz spittin saliva,
I'm a volcano, an I spit lava,
Magma flows, outta my vocals,
C'mon and diss me, Cuz I'm gonna choke youz,
As I said before, I'm wicked as fuck,
I got the dollars, and hustle quick bucks,
I be pimpin, on all you hoez,
But join with me, and I'll smoke you out though,
Wicked legit and blazed as fuck,
If you don't wanna die, then you betta duck,
I got an ounce, of white widow,
Come wit me, a joint we shall roll,
When this shit, hits you like a tank,
You'll ask me, "Can I get more dank?",
I'll say, "Fuck yeah! Jus Bring on da cash!"
And you'll get the money, hella fuckin fast,
I'll make bank, off your addiction,
And since I own you, you'll want on my dick son,
But I ain't gay, soz you can fuck off,
But now it's your mic, so don't choke and cough.
Alright....
Rad? You think you're some "cool" boy shit?
Fuck man, I'll blow your head into bits.
Your fucking rap, it doesn't even have flow
I hope you didn't rap ages ago,
I know how it feels, to listen to your rhymes,
When you say your whack-ass shit, it should be a fucking crime.
it's fucking horrid, the people's ears are fucking bleeding,
"STOP YOUR RAPS," man look, the crowd's fucking pleading.
you're so lame, how many times have you gotten laid?
no one would fuck you, even if they got paid.
but it's okay, i know you're used to rejection,
now take this needle, and give yourself the injection.
don't underestimate me, i won't fucking choke,
in fact, my rap is sick enough to give you a stroke.
and don't open your mouth, i hate to smell your breath,
you'll hate to smell my breath, it'll bring you your death
ohai.



