it's tough to rap? no you bitches just so cack
Lmfao, Rb defining illness? but clearly y'all so wack
members spew sum useless flaws, to N/a blemish
since y'all be herbish, i'ma own Rb like a fucking chemist
LLL just a fib, methods of deciding elites? utter shit
i'ma donate "a rich hype" so y'all can ride each other dicks
seditious spits scatter sluts, as herbs dissolve
& yo' top textcee? cerebal palsy sufferer, fuck evolve
i'ma pound you dikes, repel & down you flies
cuz battling b's like bigamy, "you bitches bound to di"
you pussies not obese, Hall of fame drops? so shit
i'ma call y'all prostitutes cuz you bitches' gut know skill
whilst i aptly bruise you avid fools with maddened brute
Rb becomes a swingers' yacht/ home to the wackest cruise
like "killer instincts" & "word perfect", a.k.a. straight bitches
your "original" wits come mo' softened than a hate victim
aftermath so bloody, brains questioned like psychiatry
(ho's crying since) i cut down Rb's legends like podiatry
cauldron of punches poured onto y'all till your lines flake
as solid hits leave (mo' pussies going for cover) than a feline grave
