This Faggot Think's That I Can't Write, Underestimating My 'Skillz'.//
Fucked Up Like Limp Bizkit, Rhymes Worth A 3 Dollar 'Bill'.// (Name Of LB Album)
Sittin Here Clainin' That Your Cocks As Large As The 'Big Dipper'.//
'When We All Know The Facts. Too Small To Get Stuck In Your Zipper'.//
You Were Rhyming About 8 Mile, And Eminem In Your 'Verse'.//
Hit It In 'Reverse', Cuz Your Spittin Whack And I'm 'Diverse' when I 'Disperse'.//
Oughta Know, I Was Holding Back In My First Battle With The PoliceMan.//
Ya Was Thinkin' That That Was My First Battle, The Spit Where I 'Began'//
But Now I'm 'Protect'ing My Self And 'Serv'ing Your Ass Another Herb 'Ban'//
Ok I Got Two More Line'z Left To Finish You Off Straight And Hard.//
Ask YourSelf... Whats Better Then Winning The Special Olympics? ... Not Being A Retard..// (fuckin hurb)

Word... *Hands Lab Rat His Pink Slip*