fuckin mexican you ain’t the man to be felt, take a stand for ya health//
yo, just vote against LIL JOE , sad.. you can’t even make a fan of yaself//
You got me spittin fire but i don't want to get reckless//
This mexican carries fake guns like his watch, ring, and necklace//
I know, failure sucks, its terrible-but suck it up like parables’-nut//
Lyrical slut, parallel what? switching gears proves you scared in the clutch//
let-me-roll-back like walmart on Lil Joe, and see this semi-known-cat//
galax couldn’t rock the ‘harder way’ if he copt a penny-throw-back//
british faggets play cricket matches, and I ain’t scared to tell ya, man//
smoke both of yall then ‘square’ it off and front parallel-a-gram//
You lost already, just go and get on your knees//
Your already my mexican bitch, so just get ready ta start ta honor me//