Worse than the sound of playback of your album and its verses,
Oh, countless times I've raped rap, and your ass is still a virgin,
I tend to send the best writtens, heads spinning like an exorcist,
Son I'm graded the way which Canadian's end their sentences,
Bend some censorships and say "That line you misinterpreted",
Beat the time, eat your rhymes then out I spit that worthless shit,
Bitch I purge it quick, on your face as the dome piece gets the hit,
You say "dog eat dog" because you got your homies licking dick...
Stop throwing hissy fits, lines suck, rhyming raps of blowjob,
Pain, rip out your brain to really leave you mindless as a robot,
Trying to show off what you don't got, you're lame and weak,
Crazily got insane beliefs, because honestly bro you ain't a G...
I'm getting bored with this, it's about time to wipe the floors a bit,
Y'all fucking up the boards with shit, giving birth to rap? Abort it kids...
You got distorted wit, and clearly you're wack. Can you hear me?
I can't hear you, 'cause even reading your lines makes my ears bleed.