damn 4real yall pussys clingin to maybes balls, lyk wet flesh on iceIcles until tha dead skin falls/ 
its crazy i never knew you kuld gain so much groupie rugrat calls from a cyber chat/ 
im not dissin maybe cuz tha truth is he got skill, and thats somethin most of yall lack/ 
let me spit some raw hard facts, im chillin lyk a fiend who juz shot crack/ 
while yall shakin for tha fix hypervenilatin over candel wax/ 
you annoy lyk nats, hoverin over evry 1 of his posts/ 
lyk he tha next best thing since casper inspired ghosts/ 
but shit i got off track tyme 2 respond back 2 tha blues/ 
murder marth, 16 bars see wut it do, and let em know that god only has a chosen few/ 
and in this case im tha teacher and your punk ass, you tha student/ 
u fake bitch i see into you lyk your wak ass wuz translucent/ 
i wont hesitate breakin you apart limb from limb, let ya torso collapse and watch ya soul float from ya carcus in a moments glimpse/ 
you act hard and untouchable from tha surface, but i dont go by first impressions i go by skill so thats worthless/ 
usually people set on this earth are said to had a purpose, but i kant fynd ur niche, u juz another clown in tha circus/ 
fucc u almost outta lynes you better make it last, now he wishes he could go live in tha past and meraculaslly present an even set match/ 
i hav a suggestion... perhaps you shuld learn how to rap, read a couple thousand books for dummies then attempt 2 respond bacc/ haha
			
				

