this kid lives in his own crib cause he has no otha 'life'his only freind is his mom...or should i say "wife"/
this kids weak like butter and to cut him takes a dull 'knife'and this kid dont put up no "strife"/
my weakest punch line will leave you black and 'blue' couldnt eat me if i had the "flu"/
your rappin like your 'new', a big fuckin 'jew' with ya fake ass rhymes i could fly right 'through' "you"/
in a few years i'll be on 'mtv' and 'b.e.t.' youll want to make freinds but ya shitty rhymes cant test "me"/
talk about runnin the streets but you realy 'flee' looks like your out of ya"win battle for free"s/
best not rap cause youll only get your feelings 'hurt'only to go cryin to ya man "kurt"/