You would've thought this cat wrote his raps from the stuff that dreams are made
But his moms says she'll disconnect MSN again until his rent is paid
no guts no glory shriveled nuts similar story
you must be an Oriville Redenbacher stalker your skills are so corny
Like my shit last week during a peak of emcee indigestion
don't question the greatest mic sadist til after this sodomy session
I'm leavin that colon swollen like Zed's phallus fuckin marseilles wallace
no pulp fiction i got this johnny twitchin with nervous affliction
for real you get a dickin from the diction, gang banged with the slang
you like my cell block bitch yellin 'oooohoo sweet thang'
had better sense to know this freestyle fellatio would give me the drips
if I cocked my cock and shot in your mouth you still couldn't spit fool karte blanche's gene pool is deep where yours is weak
I've evolved to abhor your inferior species and the feces you speak
'reckon you chumps is halfsteppin, ya traction's so slipshod
gotta bring unrestricted warfare to bear cuz this is jihad god
two thousand three megaton carpet bomb drop
wall to wall fuck you all infitada will never stop
die harder than John McClane 'n' I'll be the last man standin
scragged in the frey now you on the highway to heaven like Michael Landon
goddamn I ain't no medicine man but I'm servin these herbs
we oughtta ostracize you from the league and leave you text at the curb
word maybe the salvation army'll have better use for your refuse
you could rep with Omar Epps and still not have any juice
I swing this lyrical cunnilingus like barry bonds at the plate
take a page from the dike cookbook and look how pussy gets ate
knock you screwballs out the park you couldn't see me if I glowed in the dark
'beat your candy ass like a pinata you outta not even start
hey baby it feels hella good to make you fold like oragami
cuz underneath it all you're a pale bitch like Gwen Stefani