My name wont bring me no fame neither will yours//
You thinking you biggy smalls//
Flooding your phone with a thousand prank calls//
You gettin pissed off //
go get your bitch maybe she could jack you off//
You sick dawg listen to that cough//
Kill you an use your pieces to make a pot of broth//
We are both new to RB so we will wait an see?
Fuck You aint never gonna be on TV//
Weres your mate maybe he could be puffy//
Get your own record productions//
I can cos volcanoc eruptions//
Every line I say makes you take an errection//
Feel the friction ....the crACK addition..I speak fiction//
When I say this it like sayin the geek squads out mitching//
And Dat all the baseball players have stopped pitching//
Get your fucking fat ass out of my kitchen//
eating all the food //
Running round the street in the nude//
Children think ur an over sized baboon//
And dont be gettin me back with your weak raps//
Claiming you gonna shoot me wth your invisible gats//
Running round your town like you the one dats down//
fuck sake the only thing your down with//
Is your bedside clown//
Whats with your clothes did you get them from the lost an found//
You could get better clothes from oxfam for a pound//
Wats that u choke come on dawg make a sound//
im fed up with u bitches wanting to battle//
I'll beat u about with your own rattle//
You walk through the street it sounds dat its a farmers cattle//
You try to rap to the beat//
Dont be goin an copying biggys lyrics you fuckin cheat//
My rooms a mess but to yours its neat//
Dont be dropin a line by making fun of my feet//

Compare you to vanilla ice, he looks good//
you even worse than my brother an he dont even rap//
Face the facts i mean it when I say dat you crap//
If you knew what I knew//
you would be gettin ur self a crew//
An eating off there credit cos you will get very few//
Actally dont cos they wont want you//
You get your feelings hurt and start shouting fuck you//
Get your self into a mess that you cant get out//
With out a doubt i mean it when i say peace out//