What da hell is dis guys problem on da side of me/
is he just to blind to see/that he gots a girl friend more ugly/
Than Oscar the Grouch on Sesame Street/
Yo bars are weak/ When i finish with you, you'll be 6 feet deep/
Lookin at me/
And if you speak to me, ima curse you with the sickle cell disease/
Better yet slap dem teeth out so you can count them individually/
Its so sad to c/
How niggas that are whack that want to battle
Ill put you in yo misery