Since he won’t keep jamie out his mouth. Never forget this when you thought you could trash talk with rhymes.

Rick you’re good at making multi’s not spittin, just like your wife’s g-spot you were never hittin. The only girl that will ever screw you, divorced because of D2. Now you’re stuck masturbating raw, might feel better had you kept that sin claw. Sick snowboarding pics, too busy on Jsp ridin everybody’s dicks. You go hiking too? Surprise’d that mountain can even support you.

Talk is cheap dont step to elite. I send you diggin for news, start at your feet. Ground level raps we don't love those hoes, fuk u talkin bought bro? Selling items on d2 made me more than your whole fam do. Including the section 8 and say masterbate but I'm strapped with an 8...

In my pants yall all over it so here's a wiff. I'm hiking in liking the forest you wish you was me but you more like Forest
Sent you a package from the florist youre pushing daisy. This rap style im not even trying just lazy.
Its hazy in oregon come visit my hood. Ill send you underground for good. Like you YES it rhymes with lame-e.
Unlike you and raps my style is grimey. Like the street. Your weak and not unique just squeaky clean. Not as obscene as the rick-R-recta

Did you google that? You talk like you learned how to read from hooked on phonics. Shoulda subscribed another year

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up, over—blaow

Damn blew rick away with this! He’ll never step again!!