So you claim to Spin Wax on Sick Tracks
However your breath is bad you need some Tic Tacs
Careful with how you respond you might get Bitchslapped
Get Clapped. Any way you look at it, this is a Mismatch...
I'm not scared of your Fire and Brimstone
I'll just get High and Spit poems, which Split your Dome
You're a Dick and all Alone, Sitting at Home while I Sit on the Throne
I Wish you had Grown but you're Still Immature
There Isn't a Word to describe you but you're overconfident, and Not Demure
Get Popped for Sure as soon as I Stop this Verse
I'm Immune to your Curse and all your Silly-ass Words
9 Milli put you in a Hearse; .357 Make you Lurch
If you're a spawn of the devil I'll Take you to Church,
and if you haven't been there before I'll Make it your First
You're just a Fakin'ass Nerd; I'll take you out of the trunk and throw your body in a Lake if you Prefer
You're a Snake for Sure but I Eat them for Breakfast
Even in Heaven I won't See you as a Brethren...
You Seem Foul; I'll put a dagger in your Demon Soul
You're just Mean and Old while I represent the new generation looking Clean, and rocking Gold
Leave you Wrecked for Years; I'll End it Here, you Feckless Queer
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