Bitch You Cant Spit shit....Like A Transvestite Deciding His Favorite Lip Stick//
The Productions Is Nothin But A Giant Pile Of Shit.......Prolly A Bunch Of Alabama Hillbilly Red-Neck Hicks//
You Think Your Sumthin Great...Bitch All You Got Is Some Styles That Are Entirly Bent Outta Shape//
You Try To Copy Shit From B.e.t......Nigga All I Heard Was some Rhymes From E.T//
Ur Lyrics Are Just Washed Up 80's Disco Songs......I Guess Thats When You Got Mentally Fucked Up Due To Your Mom Token On That Bong//
Rhyming Is My Style......You Pussy, Gogeta Can Stomp Ur Ass Any Day Child//
Dont Care If I Win Due To Your HomeBoys Voting For You........CauseI Know Youll Still Go Runnin Home So Egar To Play With Your Lil Brothers Toys//
Thunda Inc's A Serious Crew.................Dont Productions Know There Paintball Guns Are A Month Rental Over Due?//
Rhyming Gets Old After A While.......But I Can Just Make Up Words STill With A Fat Ass Smile//
The Day You Die While Bein Shot Just Think Back To This Day When You Challendeg Thunda Incs Gogeta To Be Fought//
My Lyrics May Not Be The Best......But Thats Nothing Off my chest//
Nigga You Think Your ghetto...heh.....Your Nuttin But A Suberb Wigga//

My Work Is Done Here.....................Your Death Is Very Near.............................................. .........