AIIGHT, CHRIT, YOU KNOW HOW I COULD TELL YOU'RE A FAGGOT, YOU JERKOFF?// (1)
BECAUSE OUT OF ALL THE PICTURES OF X YOU PICK THE ONE WHERE HE HAS HIS SHIRT OFF// (2)
AND IF YOU TRY TO RESPOND TO THIS, JUST SAVE YOUR STORY FAIRY// (3)
IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU FORCED ME TO MAKE THIS TEXTUAL TERRITORY INTO A HOMOSEXUAL MORTAURY// (4)
BUT ANYWAY, LET'S GET PAST YOUR SEXUAL PREFERNCE// (5)
AND RETURN TO YOUR WEAK RYHMES AS MY POINT OF REFERENCE// (6)
TRYIN' TO FIND A WACK LINE IN YOUR SHIT// (7)
IS LIKE LOOKIN' FOR HAY IN A HAYSTACK, THAT'S ALL THERE IS// (8)
YOUR METAPHORS ARE PLAYED OUT LIKE CLICHES// (9)
YOU WOULD THINK YOU'RE STANDIN' ON A FAULT LINE THE WAY I MAKE YOUR KNEES SHAKE// (10)
LIKE THE STOCK CRASH OF '29 I'LL LEAVE YOU IN A GREAT DEPRESSION// (11)
I WOULDN'T HAVE THIS EFFECT ON YOU IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE SO MUCH INVESTED// (12)
NOT LONG IS HOW LONG YOUR SPOT AT THE TOP''LL LAST// (13)
SO GO CALL ANDRE AND BIG BOI CAUSE, BITCH, NOW YOU'RE 'N OUTKAST// (14)

I SNUCK AWAY FROM CLASS TO SPIT THIS SHIT - DIDN'T WANT TO KEEP YOU WAITIN'. ALRIGHT BITCH, IT'S ON YOU . . .