Yo, Riot, I`m sorry to hit you up with the late replies
I was over at Wendy`s where your Moms served me large fries
with a Diet Coke. You`s a fuckin joke, but your old lady`s a babe
You`re about to get abused and pissed on like you was at Abu Ghraib.
I`m takin` this one Riot, you blow harder than trombones
You`re normal, like a balanced diet, you`ve disappointed like Smarty Jones.
I`d say I`m less like Shaq and more like Karl Malone,
deliverin` a new gold ring` straight to your fuckin` dome.
Like your Mom`s sleepwear your challenges are see-through
You`re flat, lack flavour, and will bomb like `Coke C2`.

OUT.