Yo, let me just call this nigga beach boy, as a reminder/
That he acts like a girl wit sand in his vagina/
I know when you in touch wit your feminine side, it's hard to be a g/
But that's no reason for you to get pre-menstral on me/
Right now I'm in search of another place that's round and spherical/
Cause i'm tired of the people in earth believin' in miracles/
Niggaz wit no talent str8 think they can be me/
And the name CJ, but you can have eyes, & still not see me/
Don't care if Insanse is the name, cause your style is plain,
Try out for the special Olympics, cause you can't make it in the rap game/
It's sad if to rap is what you desire, cause when the times expired/
A lyrical ass-whoopin' transpired, and Jay didn't even prespire/
I know when i'm comin' on the mic i put the fear of god into ya/
I lessons for life like you in church can i get an amen and a hallelujah/
Go ahead i know you gon try to say this kidd CounTREE ain't nice/
Is that why my words got you scratchin' your head like an outbreak of lice?/
I know why they call you insane cause you gotta be fucked up in the head/
You should know that comin' at niggaz from Da R.I.P. will get a nigga dead./

That's it, touch that shit nigga. R.I.P. & what nigga?

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