Aight good luck here it comes

Chocolate on the mic bout to str8 up kill ya
I rock Sean John n' Platinum, you rock Osh Kosh n' Silva
Im tasty like Corn on the Cob
Used to have shoes like yours, till my daddy got a job
Your rhymes so old they sport mold
I sport Fat Albert ad 13 k gold
Ive seen your shot, you cant ball
You cant rap even when you got 50 to your bec and call
Rappin is somethin that you cant buy
Ive seen better flows on Bill Nye
Im white, you white, we all da same
Only difference is that i got game
God dam at one point yo was momma fine
Was goin fuck her, till she whipped out a dick bigga then mine
I live next door, bitches aint been there for years
Yo moms so disapointed i saw her leavin in tears
Unlike you i know how to raise guns
The only 9 you got is a 5 and 4 1's
Ive seen you loner, you have no friends
You roll on hubs, i rool on dubs on my Mercadez Benz
Now 19 get off my nut
This raps over you little fuckin runt