Aight here goes:

I'm dropping more fresh bars than gay guys in prison
Thug Whyte calls his dick "The Matrix" cuz he likes to "beat the system"
At 30-2 Thug Whyte is a has been that's "lost good lyrics"
I tried to help him but he couldn't find "pencil" to "trace his footsteps"
Like "falling asleep" near trash compactors, I'ma "crush your dreams'
So you "wake up with a bad taste in your mouth" like you "ran outta Listerine"
Cuz now I'm fiending for blood from wannabes and fakes
I aint no "vampires" but they shooting at my head to "raise the stakes" (vampires get stakes in the heart not the head)
I aint got a high RB win total but I definetly aint new
But when I read your record was 30-2, I thought they were talking bout ya IQ!!! (30 minus 2)
I'll make this Thug eat dirt so another one bites the dust
This loser jacks off with his right hand so he can be self-righteous
I've been doin-this-for-year, you being 30-2 makes me-shed-a-tear
The turn the site has taken is-so-severe, cuz when I returned the board is overrun-by-queers
This loser brings old crap that shoulda been left behind like-bad-souvenirs
Cuz this cat-couldn't-bust-a-cap if he was trying ta-open-a-beer!
Fuck dealing with "defeet" you'll deal with the kid's "arms"
and I'll leave you clutching yaself gasping for breath like you just jacked off witcha palms
I'm like ya dick after surgery, cuz you aint beating me tonight
I dunno whether to call you a moron or an oxymoron cuz ya name's "Thug Whyte"