sit your ass down, you're too quick to get off/
i'll chew you up, and spit you out like i got whooping cough/
you think the rhymes you spit are hot, i'm here to tell you they're not/
i'm spittn advice to you, grab and pen and paper, prepare to jot/
you insist you have style, which honestly, you lack/
in denial like an albino, who insists' that he's black/
get it straight son, you're suppossed to hit on the ladies/
you're confused, like R. Kelly, you're bashn the babies/
but I don't blame you son, cause I know you're wack/
like a tired man, you've been hitting the sack/ (balls)
i'mma punch you in the eye, leave it grey for you fox/
assume your favorite position, finish off my cock/