Who this for ur skills piss poor

Bitch made eat a switchblade slit jaw

If your bitch snore I'll give this whore the DIKC then send her to store

Keep the change you a creep that's speaks so strange

I'm going to let my nuts hang

Bust slang bang like Bruce Wayne

You wanting a truce Is lame

Around your neck a noose in flame

I'm tempted to maim but you want fame

Season your brain with herbs and grain

The Don wrong on your mom running a train

Change lanes my name range sire a vampire my vangs

Showing head chopped lawnmowing

At dawn your mom going to start whoring

Only cars foreign tips to me and if boring

The fool in me will read your eulogy while your mourning

Start performing and this shark will leave your heart dormant

You fucking informant

the cops rushed in talking I got a warrant

Kid said his mama died pointed at you so now it's homicide

Until verified I stare in his eyes

you I dispies may you die surrounded by flies