I'm writen this rhym for this bitch to enjoy
So he can read it and scream like he got a new pokemon toy
But I'ma tell you right now, this shit ain't a cartoon
These words are like bombs you're the fuckin platoon
This is just the tip of the iceberg, there's more to come
dice-roller's a quire, I'll make him lok dumb
Coming round here like tryin to battle me
This shit will be over when you count to three
One, Back away from the keyboard this shit has just begun
Two, my fuckin mom could win a battle befor you ever do
Speakin of moms I was with yours last night
As she bent over we listened to the best of Barry White
It took the whole cd to get me off as I hit the G spot
What, your mom is dead
I guess that's why she didn't move around alot