Originally Posted by dubster99
Look at all these rhymes talkin bout dick
Yall are startin to make me feel sick
I just woke up, eyes are wide shut
And here you are talkin about plugs in a butt
Piss, cum, balls and such
Next you'll be wearin oversized pink von dutch
Get the fcuk off my crutch, and get your own rhymes
Derek even had to take a few of my lines
Take your cards boys, read em and weep
Try to write somethin good while I go back to sleep
Go get a job, go get some work
If you feelin' sick, man you don't have to lurk.
What should I say, talk about your height?
No thats too easy, cuz I've seen the light.
I won't go that low, or you'll go back home,
cryin' bout how you can't match my dome.
So I'll sit here and rythme and take my time,
as I rap and chill and make my dime.
Can you say that? You get skrilla for your lines?
I seriously doubt that, so just say fine.
At least your cast is off, you can get back in the game,
But to match my fame? You'll never be the same...