Ok ok look at you
Spittin shit bout how my clothes fit, your da one wit da fetish for your moms shit.
Cross dresser, wearin “Tonya’s” thong just to impress her,
what’s wrong too much press-ure?
Your rhymes don’t come close to me all yous got is slight rigidity in your crotch as you look at me.
Im homophobic, protect my ass coz your out to probe it, your homosexual imma outta prove it
You got childhood scars in the streets of your life
Your only release is the end of my knife

In your room outta site ya privately sign up to michael jacksons web site,
Seekin comfort cos your spittin’s shite….
I’m the reason 9-1-1’s on your speed dial
Cryin to me cos your fathers a paedophile
This battles not worth my while,
lookin like ricky martin yous got no style,
its funny, no matter how hard you try to shine
your moma still claimin “he aint mine”

on seein me your sisters heart starts to flutter
meanwhile all you can do is mutter
all ya words stutter, shoulda kept quiet cos like christ yous about to have your last supper
I’ve a big head? Ya musta seen me and your sister in bed
Laughin as the dirty bitch bled after givin head…
You’re a ridiculous lyricist you cant keep up
Bit like your dad he cant get his dick up
You and him give a whole new meanin to “stick up”
You bend over while he smacks his bitch up
Your anus starts to blister as I dog your sister
While you act mistress the whole world gets suspicious

Excuse my anger, but I feel like I’m being cheated
I won’t be denied, I refuse to be defeated