Did it take you enuf time, for you you to come up with your gay rhyme//
You should stay a cracka, cuz Rap isn't for ya//
Your shots are missin' me, maybe cuz your drunk off that hennesee//
Your rappin' like a hick from tennessee, or imbred from mississippi//
I've been told I'm a bad rhymer, but really dey jealous of a big tymer//
can you keep up with me? I don't think so//
BUt you know, that it's españa your messin' wit//
I called you out cuz your a little bitch, don't think i would mess with someone better//
So when you read this and cry to ya momma, thinkin' of my words and every single comma//
It's all in good bitch slappin', cuz all these people here'll be clappin'//
Cuz Your ass I'm gonna be clappin', while your sittin' there listenin' to Eric Claptin//
So hope to God I don't beat you too bad, cuz this would really be sad//
a wannabe rapper like you, gettin' be by a rookie like me!!!!