Originally Posted by Master Yodub

Yeah you right, I might converse to her through e-mail
Far better than you fcukin with a she-male
Buddhists don't pray, they meditate
I'ma put my dick on your shoulder and let it marinate
I say no prayers, make no claims
Claim no fame, don't know your name
Catch your bullets with my teeth and spit em right back
50 caliber raps your heart on a one way track
That image in your avatar makes me sick
Hold on...lemme put on a beat right quick
Scratch that, don't need no beat to kick shit
Flow off the top of my dome, no need to fake spit
I'll take your image away from you and erase it