[Pinot Grij]

Two scoops of raisins, nik!

What are you, fuckin’ Wordplay Guevara?? You’re such a battling loser
With Kanye’s new album name, the cover should just be you sitting at your computer
While my goons outside ya house, they waitin’ with ratchets to pop ya momz
Until I give em the nod for a grisly attack like DiCaprio’s Oscar nom
You gettin’ a Cam Newton sized L when I ignite the chrome and snipe ya dome
But the only thing I’m dabbin’ is your bloodstains out the rug before ya wife gets home
And that bitch hate you - I bet you beg her for sex and probly never get head
That ho’s like Mars, cuz she’s cold and distant and there’s only a slight chance she’s ever been wet
You got like 9 thousand battles - who are you, fuckin’ Napoleon, nik??
Aight, then I’ma feed this llama the Dynamite, have it clappin’ atchu like that auditorium did
And you talmbout I live in Kung’s shadow - like that’s somethin’ it hurts to say
Bitch, your whole country lives in the shadows, actin’ like it’s too hot to work today
You’re such a feeble old man, I’ll stomp you within an inch of your life
My boots’ll leave a Large Print, like what you need to read with your diminishing sight
Ya wife want my dick cuz I'm younger and more successful, I hope I'm making it clear
Her infidelity has more Natural Causes than what you're gonna die from later this year

TWO SCOOPS!