I got an issue with this little (*##$ %#@! so
I'ma peep on, on lyrical missles that won't miss you
Rip over your tissue, make your dad's voice miss you

Would make no sense to diss you
So I dish you, nothing but food you little (*##$
I drop hard to get fish steaks and ship like you

From stake?no (*##$, ever gonna get pimp like you
Hit you with the cane till you sick and bring your dick
In front of your brain

You've been, flame $$# ^!$$%
Lame $$# ^!$$%, obesity stuck for the fame $$# ^!$$%
Bad $$# not lying but they gotta tame that ^!$$%

Harlic neve prying, now you dying, joke bad blame that ^!$$%
You purple lame $$# ^!$$%
How you tryina be prince, and the queen be minx

Little !@$)ot pants dancing you make no sag
Don't quit your day job
Who's after this, you can't blame rap

I, could this all day, yo
It ain't no sweat, it ain't no threat
It's this little (*##$ sick cause it ain't ?with the love

It ain't nothing less, I call next
Ain't a nun, I'm the one
I think I spit loss it, the mad $$# enforcing

This ^!$$%s soft, I put him in the coffin
Make yourself a pizza get tossed in
I can do this often on your portion

Pouring, it's a war we warn
If you want us still be spawn with the marches
With the army of spartans

Sparking up, I $#&@ your (*##$ when I'm parking the truck,
Rappin the 49, it's park, what!