damn 4real yall pussys clingin to maybes balls, lyk wet flesh on iceIcles until tha dead skin falls/
its crazy i never knew you kuld gain so much groupie rugrat calls from a cyber chat/
im not dissin maybe cuz tha truth is he got skill, and thats somethin most of yall lack/
let me spit some raw hard facts, im chillin lyk a fiend who juz shot crack/
while yall shakin for tha fix hypervenilatin over candel wax/
you annoy lyk nats, hoverin over evry 1 of his posts/
lyk he tha next best thing since casper inspired ghosts/
but shit i got off track tyme 2 respond back 2 tha blues/
murder marth, 16 bars see wut it do, and let em know that god only has a chosen few/
and in this case im tha teacher and your punk ass, you tha student/
u fake bitch i see into you lyk your wak ass wuz translucent/
i wont hesitate breakin you apart limb from limb, let ya torso collapse and watch ya soul float from ya carcus in a moments glimpse/
you act hard and untouchable from tha surface, but i dont go by first impressions i go by skill so thats worthless/
usually people set on this earth are said to had a purpose, but i kant fynd ur niche, u juz another clown in tha circus/
fucc u almost outta lynes you better make it last, now he wishes he could go live in tha past and meraculaslly present an even set match/
i hav a suggestion... perhaps you shuld learn how to rap, read a couple thousand books for dummies then attempt 2 respond bacc/ haha