You're the sh*t when you're crapped in the bathroom
Your conventions & grammar sucks more than a vacuum
The trash man when you're taken out I've trashed you
Leave you black & blue then you'll begin to wonder and ask Who?
Scratch at you like I'm partners with Black Panthers
Went through the forums now you're at the last chapters
Stab you back and forth until you call me back stabber
Give you punchlines cuz you're known as 'whacked' rappers
I contradict your name,
Wocka Flocka flame would put your whole talk to written shame
You're job is to quit the game
Cuz I'm the boss when it comes to calls of business claims
I over shadow you we'll call you slim shady
I hear your battle cries but it's enough big baby
I'd punch you harder but I don't like to hit ladies
My flow defecates, leaves you thinking this shits crazy
Brain is athletic, I let it run