i think its cute that you spend hours to rap text
and how your facts stretch... lets grab death by the neck
and watch him gag for his last breath
jus for the fact we maniacs, dont mean we dont know how to act
in case of attack back from mad rookies
we got mad chips like stacked cookies
you got no chedda like bad bookies
faggets love bitchin, but im your superior so jus listen
couldnt shit on me now ,if it was ya lips nd butt kissin
i dont try to gloat
but im killin you bitches like i spit saliva from a dying throat
ya couldnt hit water if ya fell outta fire boat
and aint worth half weight as the weed in my drying roach
or the resin in tha end thas why i know
you wont go to heaven when ya dead
so now im sendin ya to bed
take ya meds i killed it even thought my texts short
and ill send anyone off like 1800-export
