While you tried to write a line on your own rotten sheet
I'm as boiling cube have made my whiskey [bad word] 

You told me rap's not yours, think up another trick
I have solved i'll take a whip and I will lead spice-cake tactic
I understand now why all need to be [bad word] up
You cut your counter, as woodcutter on the casino checkup

Is it a fashion in [bad word] talking [bad word] about hustle?
I broke [bad word]  I wear my false face on [bad word] mask
The next line will make naive guys feel fully shocked
If you're rapper, dry wine is a dealer powder hawked 

I'm in nine months have beaten out a placenta
Now I am angrily, and give my thanks for it to cent

Sorry, guy, i see that you are not the male alpha
 [bad word] flows from you? I guess you're crying that whole world's Sparta
You cannot earn a chicken, go twist ring-shaped roll
Your  chance is a from -shop doll

Our fight will be passed just in two strokes
First kick will be mine and second you will shock the road
Your language sounds like [bad word]  and it's your mumbling butcher
Stuffin for a coffin is [bad word] rap future

Your message did not informed
Water in your full of holes palms in the pit returned

Life is just a game
And I entered parole
Now I'm like a doomguy
Making aliens cry and return to home