Over / molars, shit, that don't rhyme,
Your half baked raps, they're like a fucking crime,
What you doing calling me a commercial nigga?
I put it to you that you ain't nothing but a bent little wigga,
You might say that you're black as the dark, dark night,
But I'm knowing your 13, suburban and white.
You obstreporous runt of a little shit,
Boy, I bet you still sucking on yo mammy's tits,
You been being bent over by your dad?
Well that's all the action you be getting, so you better be glad.