da kid...
the faggot is rhyming...now he feels he's the new breed
new seed..smoking weed with all the other fake thugs that he lead/
you say you was the kid you cant hold the ball like jason
the only ball you hold is the one connected to your dick/
your sick wit antrax coz you opened the letter i mailed you
so i nailed you in ya coffin i buried you and leave you/
better behave the right way or ya baby sitter scold you
or i might get the katana...slice ya body and cook you/