I got my own back

Designer bag

While you drink your Similac

And you lack

Compared to me

You can't have your money back

What you see is what you get

You waste your time on hatred

I think I best call the police

But I forget

I should just kick your ass

Instead your always clowning

You can't dance or write a rhyme

It's pitiful and I'm not lying

There's more proof on any other sight

That your formula is broke and stolen

You just choke and we'l up with tears

Everytime I'm flowing

You lack

And for that

You can't get your money back

Rock Vanity