This is a song about "Your a faget"

End your career in a verse

This one's for the lovers

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

There's just a gap in your head, your not built for it.

Your in a pile of dirt

Yeah you know i got that work

So now this work's been worthless

Ur a hansaw, and your toothless,

Your about to witness a massacre

They tested with stress that they under

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

I fathered the game, feel like i'm watching my sons floss

Just say he's the best

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack