your punches are softer then a bunny /
first thing he hits me with is "funny boy"/
why you think your girl uses sex toys/
keep tellin her to talk dirty but she dont make noise/
shes not christina, matta fact she bigger/
by bigger i mean two tonne fat wigger/
you cant rap like jigga, you jus some street nigga/
with his finga up his ass, while sitting on the grass/
thinkin i could write better if only i went to class/
listen blac haze your lyrics wont faze me/
what you think you can beat me? your ass is crazy/
you are so lazy boy, you run outta breath after singin the first verse/
you wont win this battle even if you get a gypsy to curse me/
your shit is ressed up more then a hippys glass pipe/
if i were you i would Type Type Type till your fingers fall off/
then and only then is when i call the doggs off/
if you think my dawgs aint shit, then ill wipe out the sawed off/
and blow your balls off, then your dick goes blac and the tip jus falls off/