Fuck a suffolk, boy, i rep the H-town//
My mouth spray rounds to leave you laying face down//
I got something to say now, fuck a Drewha//
I'll put the knucks to your mug like BOOYAH//
You rhymed in your dads sack? What? dont feel that//
You been rhyming this long and trust you're still wacc//
Im sure people tell you that you suck, why haven't you learned?//
I'll bust a load on your chin, stick to battling sperm//
trust... you dont waaaaant noooooone...