First off, homie ... take a look,
this is what I call an English book.
Read that bitch all the way through,
then come back when you think you have a clue.

You sit up there, spittin' rhymes,
consumin' time while I grind up my dime.
It's not your fault, though, taking other people's style,
in my book, partner, you've watched to much of 8 Mile.

Coming off with the same whack ass shit,
makes you look like a bitch that everybody wants to forget.
So, my suggestion to you is to go study this game,
then come back and try to make you a name.

For now, man, I can't fuckin' hate,
you did it hook me up with your niece
and for my time up there, the bitch was my mate.

The shit that you come with isn't that bad,
but compared to these fucks, you're looking pretty sad.
Originaility my friend is where its' all at,
and if you can't deal with that, then I'll shit your hat.

In closing, as short as this maybe,
I've said enough shit without getting in on your family,
but in all realization don't be mad at me,
when the next time you see me, your sister calls me daddy!