Taking off the glove like arbys, 21 to rap with me, card me
Youll agree, the only votes she'll get is from her barbie
Miss Lyricist, will be the nearest bitch, fearin this
For real, dead serious, about leavin this chick, delirious
The flows just too crazy, this daisy cant phase me
Watch her fall like patrick swazy, nothin good since 1980
The Imperial Serial killer is, murdering her material
Syck like venereal, she has no flavor like dry cereal
So bored shes tryin to gain reward, rappin across a phone cord
Fallin so much she must be walkin across a cribbage board
Seen so many "stolen bars" she musta just broke out of prison
Wishes she was hot, like late 2pac, but the dead hasnt risen
The only thing "dirty" about her would be in her south
I say, I speak for all, so please close your dirty mouth
Hot thirteen year old tom boy, must think shes helen of troy
If she sang sleeping with angels, she wouldnt be the Real Mccoy