Spittity spat

You can pretend that your dad left when you were one

that you were your moms only son

but everyone knows you grew up wealthy

healthy, in a white family, took trips to Italy.

Man fuck your verse

it would put a dead man back in a hearse

im hustling the streets finding bitches and quench their thirst

My lyrics are a curse, and im brewing one for you thats the worst

Inspired by Em, Hop, and your mother

you try to spit flow but you'll only get smothered

Realize even your dick is too small to be measured

covered in tar and get feathered

Im done for now ya filthy goon

If you need me ill be somewhere balls deep in poon

Ill use my poon harpoon and go diving in the poon lagoon