you and your punk ass brotha polluting rapverse
everytime playas read ya ryhmes, they stomach hurts
you aint got skill you about to see, you like just britney
couldn't take the loser image, so you became a fake g
i aint hear to rip ya ,just teach ya a lesson, u suck
that why evertime people read ya shit they like wut tha fuk
you a lyrical misfit, you coundnt ryhme good for shit
but you could ryhme good as ya brotha, ya when in a hissy fit
you all really suck, so tell me why the fuck, i accpeted
just to show you that u no good, you should be selfrejected
i was trying to help ya brotha, i aint interfering with ya lova
to show him he cant be a g and have skill, he needs a motha
you all think your thugs,do you know life in the ghetto
your just from the burbs, saying fuck white kids n heavymetal
ghetto full of all, not just black but everybody, they an all
you a fucking fake, cause nigga ya could never win this brawl
i could diss you on and on, but i was wastin time all along
i could have beat you without a fucking ryhme scheme at all