uh oh, i think i got gaylord mad//
sorry dawg, don't be sad//
don't do nothin stupid, don't go insane//
but kinda to late for that, you ain't got no brain//
you can't even spell believe//
go back to school and achieve//
your think your fuckin great don't you ya cocksucker//
but everyone agree's you suck, ya mother fucker//
stop tryin to rhyme, stop wasting your time//
you ain't ever gonna make a dime, with the way that you rhyme//
now go get a tissue, and wipe those tears away//
sorry for hurtin ya G, i'm sure you'll be okay//