I ain't Googling Rhymes, I was making GRAPHIC,
You little bïtch with no d**k.
A hoe talking slick.
Bust your skull out with a Brick.
Up your Ass; I'll shove a Stick.
Didn't get time 'cause I was stuck in the TRAFFIC
Diamonds in my ears, so I listen to the Finest.
Still got the game, not old; Just a young Trick, I'm timeless.
Spit with Preicise-ness, like Busta when he Rhymin'.
Nigga, you talkin' Beef; I'll throw a Bomb where your mom Live.
So I got some of my North Korean homies to hack into your Emails,
I found some very interesting Details.
Keywords like Latex, Shaved Legs, jpegs of Small d**ks;
All types of Gay Shit.
So @ I'll rest my case Here,
Come closer with your Ear,
Clean it prop, so you can Hear.
Bïtch, you ain't even in my Tier.