This is a song about "Cunt splice"

The club underwater, have em running out the front

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

Cause no matter what i wont get back up on my feet you ruined me you fucking cunt

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Splice and mash, bite the cash, imagine if all rap was wack,

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Tied up cunt in my basement like a prisoner

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

So you can stuff it all you want, you complain-ass cunt,

Roughen up her fucking cunt and whisper,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

And some cunt will turn around and see you in it,