niggas i diss the mean grammatix, u woulda thought i was a language arts teacher
quit rappin, confess ya sins, u could even get MASE for ya preacher
ill fuck up ya wordplay, leaving u cut like a key
no talent in u i see like poppa dok from dat 8mile movie
rip ya arteries, and ya voice box, with no lyrics to speak
its like u sein fabolous' ghost, cuz there aint no way for u to breathe
all i could do is sit here a laff about, this bitch and the rest off these wannabies
im like a click of roaches, everybody tryna get rid of me
u got no wordplay, so ima merk u time to time mercilessly{ha}

this shit was funny i jus said wat came to mind