Ay yo u comin off really wack, like dem italian gangstas in da rat pack/
you aint hard u just talk it, like bobby deniro “you talkin to me” nah man fuck it/
u think ur rhymes are tough I think they real soft, my rhymes will hit u from miles away and knock ur hat off/
my rhymes are dope urs are wack, its as simple as that, its known just like its known that positive and negative attract/
its not a mystery ur shit is really bootsy, like ja rule comin off singing about ms. Ashanti tootsie/
its ok man, we can say u tried, but my shit is raw not like urs, being deep fried/
you talk about gettin persian pussy, aint that a bitch, yo ass could barely get some from lilo or stitch/
ur ugly but ur rhymes look even more hideous, dey’re so repetitive they’re almost oblivious/
man don’t come here tryin act like u got hoes, what do u do for pussy stick em up wit a 4-4/
or did u use a tech nine, the same one u used to get ur first blow job, da bitch said she rather suck on corn on a cob/
your rhymes are sad they make me wanna throw up, once I get threw wit u hopefully u’ll know wassup, cuz im tryin to get u to shut the fuck up/
give us all a break, save us from ur wack ass rhymes, cuz like I said to that otha cat they aint even worth dimes