Fuck you, I'm not in ya clique...
And I can't be, cuz I don't ride the dick.
Fucking asshole, you stink of ya own...
Delivered shit in tha clutch, like Karl Malone.
I know what's up, and also what's down...
Me in the air, and you on the ground.
You can't spit, ya just earn spit...
Cuz fuckin talent, ya ain't got a bit.
But that's aight, minds do get cloudy...
Blurred by the latest Morton Downey.
With Jr. skills, ya can't smoke yet...
And ya fake ID earns no respect.
Ya justa clown, so go on, amuse...
But it ain't ya pen that peeps'll choose.
Dumbass ringmaster, you circus fool...
Too dumb ta know ya getting laughed at too.
It's painfully clear, ya ego's weak...
Cuz of all the attention ya ego seeks.
Did mommy not love you the way she should?
Did daddy ignoring you, not feel so good?
Maybe ya mad, cuz ya pubes ain't sprung...
And that bare little dick is far from hung.
I bet you act so fucking bad...
Cuz the fucking net is all you have.
From one site to another, acceptance denied...
Till you finally studied up, on who's dick to ride.
So for now ya safe, but fads will wither...
And, yeah, ya dick'll grow, but not as big as ya sister's.
I've seen em come, I've seen em go...
And in all my time here, never seen a bigger ho.
Now drop ya lame comeback, burn me again...
But if ya wanna do it right, go fetch ya friends.
Bah!
The Truth, by LM
God's Message, by Token