What can I say I'm sicker than syphilis on the little miss
But flicker flick cause your little wrist making room for bigger slits
You're simple **** and every time you say spit I get a little miffed
Cause your rhymes got lint longer than dick I'm using to **** your bitch
Rhyming rhythms faster than my competition fixing writ
Writing on the hour ****ing awesomer than a McGauer
What can I say your reminding me of elementary teachers playing with Ike on the hour
Silly like South Park can't take you seriously I mean why bother
Not like your raps got anything but fodder to give to father
On Father's Day I'll get you some tools and make you feel like #1 ****in gay
And to conclude, your stealing how rude, best go and make you some food, mix poison and bury you too.
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