You wanna fuck wit me, then u leavin' here on a gurney/
Cuz your origins gay, your parents were "bert & ernie"/
I'll crush u, an roll you up in a ball on any given day/
drive down south, take shots on ya court, jus to show off my "countree jay"/
I knew I'd bust ya ass at first glance, face facts u have no chance/
Cuz I'll vandalize ya countree ranch, then hang ya ass from "da branch"/
You say rappin', writin', an recordin is ya life, to me that's funny/
Cuz like a broke ATM you ain't never gon' make no money/
If you sent applications to MTV you'd still never get "made"/
Cuz ya ryhmes got as much substance as da fart I jus laid/

Hold that son, lets me hear sumthin' ^^^^^^^