This is a song about "Fuck micheal your rhymes are wack your on crack you fucking fag"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

My rhymes are magnetic, unsympathetic to your synthetics.

You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

I could think of a couple positions for you

You rap like a ghost, your rhymes are see through.

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

Your rhymes are wack, your swag is wack your shit is so last year

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Still your little side show,bout to killer micheal,

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

I wish that you could walk that talk but your bars are wack

I'm a fucking animal , i chew on your fucking bones , my teeth, are laced with

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages