Young Gadget U 'Lil-Fagget' also known as General Meals/
Nigga 'I'll-"CERIAL"-kill-ya-skills' to Prove 'U-aint-real'/
Enough 'to-face-me', 'A-Dope-emcee' who'll 'Lyri-cally-knock-out-ya-teeth'/
'U-got-beef?' bitch-please-I-really hope U don't playa/
Otherwise 'I'ma Stradigize' And become the "Gadget-Slaya"/(Slayer)
'Put-ya-style-on-a-conveyor' and 'kill-it-wit' a compressor/
Then take your girl home wit me so I can 'Un-dress-her'/
'Coress-Her' and let her know That her man aint shit/
'Young-Gadget-Aka-Mr-Can't Hack-it' was servin her a 'mini-dick'/
Wit 'Lethal-Lips' I'ma spit venom in every direction/
Cuttin this lil fucka up Like his "Mama's-Seasection"/
'While-General-Meals' over there showin his 'Minimal-Skills'/
I'ma Get 'My-Criminal-Fill' and take him for his 'dolla-bills'/
Fuckin Punk Pussy, Fuck U Bitch,/
I'ma squat over Face, and Leave ya ass wit a mouth fulla shit/
I bet you wont be "Talkin Shit" 'Then-will-ya-G-M'?/
I'll have ya 'over-there-Lookin-"Square" Like Urkel & em/
The Couldn't be the illest 14 year old even if U were 'infested wit anthrax'/
Not even if U spillin more blood than a 'manifested-Tampax'/(tampon)
C'mon 'Inspector Gadget' just face it, its Done/
U might as well admit it

Young Gadget: Its Over, 'You've-won'