My mouth open, i'm here to hurt feelings
you sound like a pig squealling
the first stanza doens't even rhyme
how the fuck you win over mine!
No frenimy about to steal your idenitity
destroy your credit
and get your girl pregnant
leave you to raise it
your flows not even basic
I don't need the lord
to take a sword
to your vocal chord
till your voice box don't work in the throat no more,
then i'm going to smash your key board over your head,
game over your dead,
I actually read this how was there anything to comment,
I don't spit i vomit,
you sound like an egg short of the ommlete,
this is HIP HOP GOT IT!
not some therapy session for depression,
or how your boy friend got honest with rejection,
Honesty hurts like loss of network,
no signal,
so official I might need a whistle,
fuck back stabbing at you i'm throwing a missle!