Malware

Ugly, ugly, S U B…
You causin disputes with them shorties and tee.
Your personal appearance
Is offensive to me
Startin war without guns - leave me be.

Take you away,
You foulin my view
You make to forget
What I wanted to do.

Buy you a ticket,
But don’t ride in class.
Stay with the baggage
And hide you fat

Ask me again
Why I look you so bad?
Might just be
That spaghetti you had.
Or the baggies that hover
Down at your knees
Front on or back up
You give me disease.

Eye mine too precious
To take you all in.
You breakin the barrier of
Ugly as sin.
It not what you born with -
That I don’t care.
It’s your put on put on
Let’s call it Malware.