You got a true mad deep big crush on yourself.  I hope you hit the ground hard when you fell for yourself.  You got that cross armed posture such a sorry sight.  If you do shit like that I don’t need to be nice

I got my half ass rhymes to set me free.  That’s why you never ever ever can get to me.  I sense my loolycommotions like a brick at you.  But even if I’m loud it doesn’t mean I’m talking to you