your smith and wesson weapon jammed, i got punches like i had eleven-hands/
so your on my ''test ticals'' like an SAT for method-man/
im detonation waiting patient for stress, at any second...BLAM!/
''desert E clap tons'',..but remember! ''no tears in heaven-fam''/
but im not sayin ill shoot ya, or you'll get robbed-for-ya-leathers/
your ''all balls'' if you respond, like wayne bobbit-wit-teathers/
and i got mad rhymes so for the last time, coochie-quit/
analingus with ur boyfriend aint the only time you've had booty-spits/
this a quick-spit, spit-in this pricks-wig after i split-it/
ur vagina smells like a salt shaker, but bruce bruce aint gonna hit-it/
(QUIT-IT, KODI!) damn theres my conscience-kickin-in/
just cuz your mom-is-feminen, now your a palm-of-cinnamon/
im from the southside of tally ho, shout out to the vally-jo/
8-5 is a vally ho, white on his lips like kaliko/
this is a spit to keep the tourny goin, u aint gonna show-at-all/
go get david blaine to dick ride, play hocus pocus-balls/
WOW...that sucked lol