toosik

You're the rap game's Dick Tracey? Sh.it matey, I think that's a bit hasty,
You sucked your daddy off just to see if a dick's tasty.
You want me to quit? Well Bit.ch Make me,
You've been such a prick lately,
I'm toosik, I thought you knew it, I could do this til I hit 80,
But for now fu.ck it I'll just see where this spit takes me.
If you think I'm joking when I say you're sh.it you mistake me,
So if I did decide to take you out you wouldn't be missed greatly.
Your rhymes are so weak at first I assumed it was a pi.ss take b,
But you are actually trying aren't you, so even though rapping is something you can't do,
You get so sad your lips quake, then give your Dick a shake til your wrists are achey.
Working shifts late, at burger king cos you love how their chips are tasty,
And when you finally get home even though it's late you make a mix tape.
But it drips with hate, you wish fate, would make toosik break, please,
So when I defeat you again you just drink til you're sh.it faced geez.
Surell, you can be sure as well, that he's poor as hell.
I would say we'll settle our scores in hell,
But that'd mean being near you and I couldn't endure the smell.