aiight here it go


I spit like 4 fifths, leavin Lil Dallas with mental messes//your girl said she was disappointed, she thought every thing was big in Texas//get-tha-message??//

your gettin deeper in sh*t with every dumb-ryme//you could give a boxer cocaine, even he couldnt give you a good punch-line//your words is like badboy, if you look at em now, you dont see one-shine//your like manure on grounded plains, cuz dallas, your bull-sh*t is not-flyin//

I bet you love bein LiL like-midgets//cuz you like to dress up like little girls and give R.Kelly congicule-visits//not logical-is-it?//and your rap career, not possible-is-it?//warm cum is tha only hot sh*t you probably-spitten//

you not hot your just rare-in-tha-booth//your lyrics sound half and half, to bad tha halfs is like mother-and-goose// your name should be big tobacco, cuz right now you scared of tha truth//so F U and tha rest of your Dr.Suese crew//

your old news I'm supprised RB let ya style-run//last time you coped a W, was tha last time you bought a wu album//

now you scared of my loud-toys,how-coy// I dont think your smart enuff to catch my lines, better call up tha cow-boys....