first saw ya from a distance - nah I'm playin'/
but I did see that record though - god dayum!/
1 and 5 - you exit before you even enter, sandman/
I'm not quite sure you can rap like a man can/
you wondrin' who dat old kid ready to get in the mix?/
hoodat? - kid I’m damn near twenty six/
and got rhymes as hot as playboy bunny chicks/
you prolly gonna hear some fierce and funny shit/
so sharp it’ll prolly pierce your honey’s clit/
I’m not gonna make dungeons and dragon references/
or comment on your sexual faggot preferences/
my suggestion is boy you act your age/
keep verbal attacks at bay to combat your rage/
let the balls in your pants drop and maturate/
then stare at my rhymes you can’t stop infatuatin’/
I’m bettin you’re gettin defensive, wettin’ your pants/
don’t click too quick & send the shit you spit in advance/
it’s time I step down to let the voting take place/
while you invest in your mouth to try to save face/