C-rabbit, what makes you think you can hack it, fagot//
you can't even make up an original name//
but it don't matter//
i'ma still hoist your ass out of this world with my lines like a crane//
and after this battle you'll be calling yourself jane//
cause i'ma take your man hood//
what makes you think your any good//
you can't step to this//
once i'm done your going to be dissmissed//
chris, or another name that starts with C//
after this your going to be thinking what makes you think you can beat me//
so fuck you and your little 8mile rip//
you little bitch, whith a clit//
and i wouldn't doubt it if you were a hick//
"hey, lets go fishn"//
fuck that i wouldn't go fishn' i'd just leave you drippen//
wet and bloody//
and then i'd jack all your money//
when you get older i bet your spouse will be a hubby//
unlike me sitten back with ten playboy bunnys//
all hot and naked//
thats the kind of house i'm coming home to after a hard day of shaken and baken//
if your mad at anything i have written//
theres only one thing to say, stop playa haten'//