Hand a ''Big L'' to ''Co-le-on'', Don't call out just hold-the-phone, leave you cold-alone
only-time your bold-is-shown is when ya lonely-rhymes are sold-to-domes
I hold-my-throne and burn-*Cole with verbal worm-holes, your words-droll
my verbs-gold, leavin this ''Captian'' like wesker, ''seeing stars'' by a 16 year old
Put your ''Pencil Down'' and take-notes, you a fake-joke, beat me? Mistake-hope
beef? Then a stake to ya chest like a vampire to turn white red like a slayed-pope
rhymes broke-you-up like ya girl friend, I'll just choke-the-slut, poke-her-butt
blood soak-her-cuts, then you elope-with-dust after she fries from open-thrust
put you ass-in-a-box like porno pictures, then stab with glass-and-the-shock
the mass-has-forgot so with **chusettes I blast ya balls with the glock, that's hot.
*Cole = His first name
**Chusettes/two sets