Scott Macdougal masturbates and lubricates with quality hair gel
I start to spit, a rare smell of burnin' flesh, so say your honesty farewells
Your dog looks better then you, I took your setter to chew my letters in two
and told him spit them back at you, to form word residue that ignites and severs ya crew
listen LINGWOOD, your photoshop fake bling stood out like you next to heterosexuals
my literal textual affect your visual cause' the tears blind your optical, you gay bisexual
Google images don't count for bitches, my lyrical pounce gives stitches like a needle and thread
my voice and music tweedles your head, damn faggot, that's why you're so fuckin' feeble in bed.