yo, i've sunk so low i'm fucking wit the rap retard//
you couldn't write lyrics if you had a specially marked cheat card//
My rhymes is like a toilet seat, I got so many I'm sittin one 'em//
yours are like the bottom of the bowl, nigga i'm shittin on 'em//
i'll tear you into shreds, and then into the wind disperse you//
you tried bitin nigga's shit then saying "give me a break" like a kit kat commercial//
my shit on the other hand is authentic with a money back guarantee//
you'd have to consult a dictionary to find an emcee wit more meaning than me//
you need to quit this rap shit, because simon says//
you get passed around more than jennifer lopez//
there'd be one less wack nigga spittin pegs//
if only your mom wasn't so quick to spread her legs//
you spit soft rhymes like slut's pussy, they've been done so many times they smell like shit//
i spit raw, uncut like an uncircumcized dick//
my rhymes just fucked you but i put a condom on 'em, so show respect//
cuz i didn't want to spread anything contagious like intellect//