Lyrics
Preech be like an ugly girls ass nobody's feeling you
Your a loser in this match, I'm Loving the feeling dude
Your grieving too, You got 1000 some post but your still new
Telling me not to hold back, Your just a 20 year old fag
On the net posting up raps, the mic, back up off that
Vlad's ass, you got in that hole and tossed it fast
You done lossed the match, making up excuses about your verse
Just because I'm iller than you, you knew this at first
You and Cad together or something, you 2 are the worst
When it comes to audio, I'm sending you home in a new hurst
You have no lyrical skills, you just post up like mailmen
I'm cuttin down your meals, roastin' you like a george formen
Cooking up heat on your grille, You'll never land a record deal
You better just back up like an ass in a Juvenile Video
Preech your not tight, just like the preechers female kid yo
Me and you really know what's going on behind that screen
As blind as it may seem, your just living a childhood dream
You'll never be able to compete, like retards in special olympics
Your mom's thing I pimped It, and the mic, I ripped it
My own style I can flip it, like you do bugers at the king
Mark my word, I done figured out your whole scheme
Preech, Your rhymes are more boring than watching tigers golf team
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