You killed me... When? Your only skill seems to be rehashin' generic gun bars with gay traits Think you're so sweet, that's no feat, go Twitter them toetagged lyrics in some far away place You're no king of multis, you're a dingus smallfry, I could bring it all night, ain't no thing, alright? All that stupid talk is cheap, sayin' you walk the streets, kid, this is the internet, what you wanna prove? Hittin corners makin' dollars move, bustin loads...whoa, gotta stop ya dude...are you a fucking prostitute?