fighter ships: veekz like the pussy but he can't get none / so he makes up a sn to make it look like hes got some / miss veekz? nigga who you foolin? / if that bitch is real, you know the chick is droolin / the truth is veekz is hung like a birthmark / the girls veekz likes dont talk, they bark.

eff veeks: lys go back to britain with your whack prewritten // this chick couldnt lose her V-card if it was hidden // yeah my bitches bark but they never bite // arent you the one that runs from a drag fight // afraid of a man in womens clothing // ya bewbz are too big , ya bra is soaking

eff veeks: you aint got no animosity, youre stale like last weeks chips // and ya boobs probably sag down to your hips // you couldnt sink me in a game of battle ship // youre not a fighter just a rhymer biter // ima "rob" you from "paxon" for an all nighter // and dump your ass off at fishermans warf // let the bums eat you cause thats all youre worth

fighter ships: veekz come on bro fix your damn grill / the bitch that said she was stuffed was areally on the pill / she didnt want to have anything that looked like you / a mix between a black, hispanic and a jew / dont try to verbally beat me your ass is bound to drown / you are the laughing stock, you fucking negro clown.

i iz rob: veeks, i got crabs on my dick that are bigger than you // and guess what, those came from your mother too

eff veeks: its the world against veek // lys got my 'head right' after i smacked her 'left cheek' // robs weak since he gave up as a vegan // you got crabs from my mother, and you swallowed my fathers semen // i aint a jew, but ill leave you in a state concentration // if i fix my grill, you fix your ass cuz im all about sanitation