[UPN Zuch]

You’re a disease, your whole family walked out on you
When the doc said your grandma died due to a cancer he was talking bout you
You killed her Cor, straight left that hag deaded
She died and you embarrassed her 3 more times before rigor mortis had set in
The chopper will end this snitch, I’m raised to kill
My bullets are expert interrogators, they will make you spill
I champ shit, doesn’t take the best of me to rush you
If you’re taking a trip to any final it’s on LSD and mushrooms
You’re definitely slow, We are all sick of the type
They say #AutismSpeaks, but we haven’t heard you pick up a mic
This is off the top, I will wreck this geek
Face is a nightmare but that dome is a Teck Deck’s dream
I’m Allen Iverson with the drive, I’m wearing the crown
Cor is the Answer, to VH1’s Simon Birch: Where is he Now?
For real you are the ugliest, I’m on a roll you can’t master
You can’t be in Wu Tang just because everyone calls you an ol’ dirty bastard
No witty shit here, that’s what I’m talking’ bout
If I am EVER in East Brooklyn my guy I will knock you out
That goes for anyone you know, gosh I’m slacking off
After this battle I will have beaten EVERY member on your Tapatalk