ACTUALLY BILLY BOY THIS STARTED OUT AS MY SONG TO PERFORM, BUT THEN YA'LL STARTED JOCKING MY STYLE AND CAN'T SEE ME I'M WEARING PHAT FARM. NO CLONES ALLOWED IN MY ZONE GO HOME, WORK ON POEMS INSTEAD OF RAP CAUSE YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND MY TONE. BILLY YOU'RE FROM FLORIDA TOO SO YOU NEED TO HOLLA AT LUKE ASK HIM CAN YOU DO SOME TWERKING, STOP RIDING MINES GO TO THE BEACH GET A BOARD AND DO SOME SURFING. WHY DON'T YOU KILL YOURSELF AND LEAVE A NOTE FOR SOMEBODY TO LAY YOU OFF IN A TRUNK, MAN THE WAY YOU SWEAT ME WHITE BOY I KNOW YOU THINK I'M A HUNK. I'M SICK OF YOU RAP ACTS ACTING LIKE MY BALLS ALL ATTACHED TO MY PENIS, HOMEBOY YOU'LL NEVER DO GOOD IN THIS GAME BETTER OFF PLAYING TENNIS WITH VENUS. I'LL BET SHE'LL BEAT YOU AT EVERY JUMP, TWIST, AND TURN, GOSH I'M SO HOT EVERYTIME I SPIT I MAKE MY LIPS BURN. MAN YOU TALKING A LITTLE TOO MUCH SMACK IT MUST BE THE WAY THAT FLORIDA SUN'S SHINE, IF YOU KILL YOURSELF BILLY I BET YOUR SUICIDE NOTE WOULD BE BETTER THAN YOUR PRIOR ONE LINE.
THIS IS MY THING CHUMPS, GET OFF THE BOZACK!