Knock Knock, surely a homie at ya place//
Smalled paced//
But heavily laced//
Fuck any bitch who critizes a rapper at a touch//
fuck a bunch//
Cuz youl tha dick suckers of tha bunch//
Mod this, Mod that, Mod who?//
U Gunna stop my spirit of rappin? By you?//
Yo, Ill come 3 times harder than your ma did to me//
So, I cum 3 times harder than your pa did from she//
Moderate who? Fukc a Detroit Spitta right up tha ass//
What his rhymes smell like, if u go up to them fast//
Since when did i start fuckin wit' children//
U aint even in my level, let me kall my 4 year old brother, so ul learn then//
I was in tha Zone, and i stick by mah werdz//
29 otha rappers come in mah home, bein tha thug nets cuz they're nerds//
Flow on my catch, and ill catch on your flow//
Row on my deck, and ill fetch on your hoe//
Your ma gotta thang for me, so how kan i fuck wit' you?//
Next thing you down, Family Violence will be comin thru'//
Your pa's gone, long gone, sorry about that shit//
But tha mutah fucka knew, hel be defeated by mah hits//
Your ma gotta thang for young men, she very active//
Just like these stupid moderator dicks, using their childish tatics//
Who U Gunna Ban? me? I Dare You//
I Kan Cum Back to this site, and make it worse. Its fair too!//
Johnny 6 feet, 6 feeted Johnny//
Funny how he got his user name after seein his daddy on Mommy//
My 6 feet Johnny went up his mama's ass//
So Fast//
That tha bitch ran gas//
And fuck any otha internet thugs to be//
Com' to see//
That your prolly deemed//
Your Done in Rhymin, and Your Gone As Raters//
Fuck Zone, Detroit, and all tha pussy Moderators//
