ahah that was good and although i dont live in a trailor i do live beside a trailor park .... aight ...

Now you call yourself a lyrical stylist//
Im goona be nothin but ur statrical bias//
Your skills r' worth nothin more than the prize in the cracker jack box//
So many wrinkles in your performance you'll have to use a double dosage of Bo-tox//
You claim to be thuggin, But prolly dont even own a gun//
An accident just like humulin, My Grandma aint no trackstar and even shes got you outrun//
When u was born your Moma threw u out the window and she was charged for littering//
Your boyfreind loves it when you look at him, eyes glittering//
If you was a a lil teapot short and stout we aint be talkin bout ur height.... //
How can i take you seriously your definition of a mans sport is a pillow fight//
The only way you can get lucky is with a scratch and win lotterey ticket//
No keep yo pants up this is a battle, Keep that in, I know where u want to stick it//
No wonder you wanted to 'Gloriousy rip my mandible with your member'//
Then c'mon Ill fuck you up somethin good, Somethin you'll always remember//