Angel told me 'bout your tracks, to be honest they blow,
Fake thug, fake Angel, literally as soft as linen bitch,
Who the fuck even hypes up all of their written shit,
You're failing harder than when I fucked your mom,
'Cause that shit created you, but with luck you're gone,
Mister biter, belligerant dump, look behind you,
Or else I'll attack at random just like the swine flu,
Stop crying dude, spit against me? Stop trying ta,
You can suck my dick while it's in your mama's vagina,
I'll step on this spider, tiny intestines splattered,
Gettin' madder, heart shatters, your limbs scattered,
Because even if you tried you couldn't get wacker,
Yet there's no time to try, just say your last words.
Written almost a year ago. Wack but whatever, y'all wanted it posted up.
