Mast3rM!nd, your first mistake was calling me a bitch //
Your rich ass is gonna get verbally shot up and twitch //
You dimwitted kindred, just shut up and you'll lose quick //
Everyone knows that Atlanta folks are all hicks //
Ghetto Animosity sounds to me like a crew full of pricks //
The only thing ghetto about you is your daddy's old gun kits //
This dumb shit just reminded me of the Flinstones //
Except they weren't hicks and had real homes //
You're ghetto? Man, throw me a fuckin' bone //
You can't afford to even live in a fuckin' house made of stone //
Tell everyone the truth - daddy fucked you 'till you was grown //
While prone, take that number three and exclamation point out of Mast"3"rM"!"nd//
And shove that shit all da way up yo ass... all at the same time... //