Scratch That!

[Verse]
I know for sure this record will go gold
You think your raps are fire, but they're really fucking cold
This all bark, no bite shit is getting really fucking old
You say you have bread, but it's covered in mold
They got my shit on loop, and your shit smells like poop
You say you can swish, but you can't even hoop
Your weak ass scheme would embarrass 50 and Snoop
You make me fucking sick, now I need some goddamn soup
When your shit comes out, I wanna break my fucking radio
Nobody even went to your motherfucking shitty show
You went to Green Bay to blow some fucking snow
Bitches kill themselves when you try to say hello
Your own fucking girl left you on rеad
She decapitated hеrself when you asked for fucking head
Her suicide note said she'd rather be dead
Than involve herself with a fucking inbred
Take your bitchass and go back to Alabama
Where you fucked your motherfucking sister in pajama
Get your orange juice and watch Hannah Montana
Cuz when you're 18, you'll land in the slammer
Don't drop the fucking soap or you'll get a big surprise
If you know what I mean, you'll be getting exercise
You'll be warming up those buttocks and those motherfucking thighs
When Eugene is done, he won't even apologize
Sentenced to life for making shitty music
Your rhymes are so weak, are you even human?
Your shit is so bad, it's almost abusive
Your shit hits so hard when it's motherfucking muted