i got no words 4 diz bitch dey called cinco
diz bitch was puttin up a gift 4 his boyfriend da otha day from kinko's
he's just a fuccin faggot who luvs 2 grab his ankles, & hit his knees
so i refuse 2 spit ne mo flows bout diz trick ass ho who's heart pumps tea

now d-twizzy u got a lil talent but u need 2 go home & perfect it
shit ur rhymes ur like lil babies who get left in carseats dey r neglected
keep making songs 4 da bitches & leave da hardcore 2 da real niggaz
or next time u waste my time of makin figgaz u'll meet my chrome plated trigga