Roca, wtf, ur name suckz like ur mom on ur d!ck,lil kid rapping,like a mom licker,u make me sick, why dnt u sit ur a$$ on a stick, and listen to the beat, as i rhyme above places u cnt even reach...talking like a gangster,bet ya neva capped nobody, ur a kindergarden rapper,aint even c a dead body, talk bowt real hip hop, sound like u bought ur hip hop in a chinese shop,fake ass ♥♥♥♥♥,ugly as ur dad,feminine like ur mom, dad shoulda use a condom, before creating a retard fag, kill u with an empty mag,sight of a gun will drive u mad,go suckle on ur momz tit, before i put u in a black bag, i knw u scared, dnt need to piss in ur pants,can shit instead, its easier for ur ripped asshole, that got penetrated by a ten foot pole, shoved so far up ur ass,it went into ur soul,stop keeping u high and mighty,cum down to my level,the low down dirty level, the level that scarez the devil, and let me pierce ur heart like a dart and let the fear start,in the dark,till u fart coz u scared,sweat dripping frm ur head, bang, ♥♥♥♥♥ now u dead