you feed off the better cred, something you aint ever had,
i'm armor clad, your better off hiding behind your dad,
now you got me mad, more than Anon when he got banned,
This is my band, you don't belong in this land,
masturbating in your hand till ur white like Michael in the van.
Since when did i compare u to Spag and MC?
Making up shit to be a fag against me?
I dare you to wrag again, then it's history,
i'll leave you in misery, pysically and mentally.
You a fish in the sea, and i'm an oil slick B,
I'm royally sick see, so i toil with thee,
if i really wanted to see you dead you would be,
like Whoopi, and her career in '03.
I guess i am like Microsoft, you should back your sole-ass off,
before i send you aloft, like i just made my whole ass cough.
