Jay B? That's really your name? Come on...
Do I even have to point out whose dick your on?
You're just a joke, a nobody, and your name's been played
You can't call yourself old school 'cause you stayed back in 3rd grade
Jay is rapping 'bout his nine that he keeps cocked for his bitches
Well I pack a 9 too son, but it's measured in inches...
Stop frontin' kid, you ain't no ghetto superstar
The only 'Hood' you've seen is on the wrapper of an ice-cream bar
So there's my 10 lines bitch, I just spit my half
now come at me witcha skills, (I need a good laugh)