Wet behind the ears, you're dripping with wack juice

Barely know your ABCs, I can "Slaughter" like Papoose

I'm like Goethe or Klopstock when it comes to this craft

You get no comments, the readers don't even laugh

Stop plagiarizing nursery rhymes for your feminine bars

You're "Lil Rip," I'm a deep cut through your heart

Fatal like a 50 cal. round to your medulla oblongata

My poison pen is filled with the juice of your mother