Homeboy you aint got no lyrical clarity
From ghost writers he get lyrical chairty
His grill and his skill stay goin down south
Everytime i turn around he got rappers in his mouth
You da wackest MC on day site and no one cares about you
your rap so weak i couldnt bear to read it through
I bust momma jokes on dis fool
Like back in old school
Yo mama so fat she step into harlem a caused an earthquake
Dis shit was done for so long they called it the Harlem Shake
Yo mama So dumb she tripped on a cord
Ya momma so cheap that a bum nigga can afford
Yo momma so dirty she got shit stains in her car
Yo momma so dirty her tampn looks like a chocolate bar
Yo momma such a hoe she runs a 1 for 2 sale
Your raps are so weak ya record lable would pay for ya 10 dollar jail bail
So stay of da site and dont get a ghost to write
Study ya underground niggas and use they rhymes to bite
And dis nigga so fruit its kinda gettin scary
Dis nigga sweet cuz he from a basket full of berries(Check where da nigga from)

Get at me dog