i mite as well get on this too cuz shit ja rule's a punk/
im not hoppin on the bandwagon i think his shits junk/
like a skunk,stunk up the area/ja rule his shit its scari'a/
i think the whack barri'a exploded/but the more the marri'a/
i'm wearie'a/cuz now when i listen to his songs/
all i hear is ashanti,not ja rule hes smokin bongs/
or sumthin he cant speak/his shits fuckin weak/
so maybe he just uses her to float up cash creek/
ill splash,leak the facts/with heat rash attacks/
sharp as an axe ,raps/our backs cant relax/
or lay back any longer/while this little rap monger/
destroys our game,with this murder inc monster/
its a shame he aint a mobster/he mite actually have guns/
everytime he sees 50 cent he turns around and runs/
another bitch just bigger funds/
now the funs all over/ill take Ja's clover and rip off all 4 leaves/
completely sober/cuz his lucks run up i dont gotta be drunk/
imma kick his fuckn ass if i ever meet the chump/