battle rap sweet sixteen 4

youre kinda like my brother
but i disowned you after you tried fuckin my mother
so stop with the yo mom shit
youre like al quada all you do is bomb shit

talkin bout your rhymes
im like hopsin i got an ill mind
you probably have an ill mind
but its always at the wrong time

youve touched so many kids
michael jackson is jealous
while i be flippin the lid
while you be touchin fellas

if you want to hate look in the mirror
if you think im gay youre queerer
a woman once hit on you and you didnt even hear her
how can we make your gayness even clearer