ya kidneys gone bad, from taking a look at the past
when "u pee-in", the sight reminds u of me whoopin that ass
im number 2 for the moment, n im stunning n sickening
cuz prob has the right to one, like a fucking opinion
i dont fold for none, i respect that ya holding guns
but tell me hows a 4 pound, stop a bitch who rolls wit tons
believe ya dreams, till ya hit wit the heater n weakening
now u seeing pitch-black, like relievers in negro leagues
transvestites stickin u up, gettin that cash flow
they taking deal-dough, then shoving em inside his asshole
u were destined to lose, ur dumb, n proving ya features
im world class...n u got four in ya room, including the teacher
ur retarted cuz ya mother played games, she dead wrong
the bitch hopped skotch, to any liqour she gets her hands on
when i mention ariz, i'll bet a buck u piss in ya dickies
ever since u were catz food.....like whiskers n friskies
the gayest thing, got a navel ring, eyebrows wit mocha trim
but those studs in ya ear, r asking if u going home wit them
fags must be the smartest, im telling u that they are
cuz nobody "knows the deal"...unless mentioned in gay bars
think this geek is amazing? tang'll get beat wit the stainless
cracked his wig piece,
but he just copped some more weave to replace it
u'll get bucked down, n strapped to bricks, u better hush now
then u'll leap into a bay...like lambeau players after touchdowns
u winnings a fairy tale, but stop dressing in drag, niccuh
deal's a cinderella story,
that never returned the dress or glass slippers
ya surrounded by flames, knives'll leave u shoutin in pain
goin in ya memory bank, to open an account in my name
if the votes go ur way, these fags just hating against me
cuz i got the win mapped out, ur just navigating on instincts