yo when i flip i rip an indespensible rhyme
its not about the dicks its all about da time
yo ur flow is whack, u aint no southern rapper
u belong back in mexico, the 'southern crapper'
i'll send u in a 3 by 6 box back to t dot x
the only thing u'll worry about is hot gay sex
ur thoughts r illusions, just sickening to the ear
u saw me and u dampened ur pampers but there's nuthin to fear