Fuck #Whatever Snatch the medic kit, two shots of sedativesTabs filled with ephedrin, medicineTo forget web emcees, lecturingIn guestbooks "Read my text!" Nah, let me be!'Cause so far, every whiny text outshines the nextIntertwined feelings into rhymes that's spreadThrough their entire texts, well, at the end of every lineAnd I'm amazed that you bitches even made it rhyme!Let every newbie and upcomer taste the ether500 look-a-likes, all wearing fake bape's and sneakersClaiming the same old things, wearing ice-creams on t-shirtsRampaged on a website, every text's screaming out "Teach us!"Stuck in their dusty crates(no offence), jus' seeking for leadersI bleed off needle, this is a pleed from the teacherWith a lesson even zteve-o can teach 'em!And every veteran linguist, thinking he better at englishor simply better, come bring it..I won't let it rest with the finger till all bets are extinguishedOr till I've set fire to your flats and your tenement buidlingsLet me get a rain check on this one...