YOUR RHYMES ARE WEAK/
LIKE POPEYE WITOUT HIS SPINACH/
YOU LOOK LIKE GRIMACE/
YOU DON'T WANT ME TO FINISH/
YOUR SLIPPIN, MUST BE SIPPIN ON SOME LIQ/
CUZ YOUR RUNNIN YOUR MOUTH,
AND YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKIN ABOUT/
THE REST OF YOU MUST OF STAINED YOUR MOTHERS COUCH/
YOUR THE ONLY ABORTION BABY THAT LIVED/
SO WATCH WHO YOUR TALKIN TOO,
CUZ GROWN FOLKS DON'T LIKE FUCKIN WIT LITTLE KIDS.