C’mon man you know that shit was whack
It sounded like something shot out an ass crack
Ima light you up like a dutch and see who you call
Your face be lookin like slimmer as it comin threw the wall
To a newb from Wisconsin you will fall
So you 10-3, that don’t phase me
The rhymes you write couldn’t split a pine tree
You just a sap, tryin to get little kiddies to sit on your lap
Like a whack ass santa in the middle of june
Ima beat you while at this game while whistling a toon