yo buck shot don't even drop your always false to hip hop
talkin shit is makin me sick everyone trys and flips you off
first you fight with me and then you pick beef with xcell
your spits are dum as hell like that dawg from kenan and kell
you don't have a life you prefere to sit on here every night
and when you do battle in real life ya get bitch smacked in sight
you won't admit it your wack it should be written on ya forehead
somebody should have killed you at birth shot buck shot dead
this faggot is dyslexic thinks that he has some dope lyrics
he thinks he's kool writing feed back and bein the judge of critics
shut up man your played somebody should lob u a fuckin granade
buck shots got aids who needs this worthless shit he's gay
now he's gonna make some dumb jokes about my mother
but forgets to tell ya the story that he's a dick lover
he's kisses so much ass rv is gettiong even more queer
he shouldn't be here he's like toxic waste in the atomousphear