What tha forget did yo ass just forgetin say bout me, yo ass lil biiiatch, biatch? I’ll have yo ass know I graduated top of mah class up in tha Navy Seals, n' I’ve been involved up in a stuffload of secret raidz on Al-Quaeda, n' I have over 300 confirmed kills. I be trained up in gorilla warfare n' I’m tha top snipa up in tha entire US armed forces. Yo ass is not a god damn thang ta mah crazy ass but just another target. I will wipe yo ass tha forget up wit precision tha likez of which has never been peeped before on dis Earth, mark mah forgetin lyrics. Yo Ass think yo ass can git away wit sayin dat shizzle ta mah crazy ass over tha Internizzle, biatch? Think again, forgeter fo' realz. As our crazy-ass asses drop a rhyme I be contactin mah secret network of spies across tha USA n' yo' IP is bein traced muthaforgetin right now so yo ass mo' betta prepare fo' tha storm, maggot. Da storm dat wipes up tha pathetic lil muthaforgetin thang yo ass call yo' life. You’re forgetin dead, kid. Y'all KNOW dat stuff, muthaforgeta! I can be anywhere, anytime, n' I can bust a cap up in yo ass up in over seven hundred ways, n' that’s just wit mah bare hands. Not only be I extensively trained up in unarmed combat yo, but I have access ta tha entire arsenal of tha United Hoodz Marine Corps n' I will bust it ta itz full extent ta wipe yo' miserable ass off tha grill of tha continent, yo ass lil stuff. If only yo ass could have known what tha forget unholy retribution yo' lil "def" comment was bout ta brang down upon you, maybe yo ass would have held yo' forgetin tongue. But yo ass couldn’t, yo ass didn’t, n' now you’re payin tha price, yo ass goddamn idiot. I will shizzle fury all over yo ass n' yo ass will drown up in dat stuff. You’re forgetin dead, kiddo.
So good.