Scotty C

These fags are "cold" and weak like a vanilla ice rap//
So sit back if ya wanna leave with your legs intact//
You gonna feel the impact,its a well known fact//
That fgee and chrit,would make a sacrifice//
With their "babyface" laid in gangstas paradise//
I got something to say,you guys must be homosexual to the max//
Cause you been on each others backs all day like ruck sacks//
Or is it cuz u both sniffed cocaine but happened to be anthrax//
And you gone bleed bitches like yo mommas used tampax//
And now we'll watch you homo's suffer while we relax//


Bazzy

Chrit your stuck now like the glue you rub on your dick//
To stick to fgee and make sure you homo-atoms never "split".//
Siamese joined at the groin,packing dildos is the closest you get to "wrap"//
And when me and scotty "Bust-a-rhyme" we just simply "make it clap"//
Chrit says hes gonna introduce us to the bottom of the "C"//
But how can he when our worst is even higher than he can see//
We sting like killer bee leavin chrit and fgee screamin like a banshee//
And his birth was the worlds-aftermath after his parents fucked to gay-spree,do-what-you-see-on-tv//
And they better "check themselves before they break themselves" cos we froze em like "ice cube"//
Now ready to watch em get bitten and "scratched" like a "lice-tube"//