T-SIZZLE you from the slums and has come upon some
Dumb rap that’s plumb crap like cow manure my ears numb
Now, you blind like molasses need to find your glasses
Because my rhyme masses rip off heads in school classes
You’re a clown flthy and been found guilty of writing whack script
Time to get your back whipped, man your handicap act not equipped
T-SIZZLE I run with divine MC’S and like Chinese I bind the feet
Of ascinine freaks about to get hung true because I know Kung Fu weak-
Ling, your rhymes sick and wormy and won’t stick firmly paper
They flow loose no juice like dry grapes only spit germy vapors
My pure quotes have to secure with ropes no cure for your throat
You a wronged trick sucked too many long dicks missed the rap boat
This guy onroute to get his eyes put out with the lyrical spits of the Cobra
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