yo yo,
they call me phsykotik killa, im bigger than godzilla/
ill beat you like muhummad ali, - the thrilla in manilla/
u aint got a chance of wininn dis, unless you drop bombs/
i can picture u dancin to this, but only wit pom-poms/
this is an easy win 4 me, it don't matter/
im gunna teabag ya kunt, then serve ya up on a platter/
u cant beat me so turn bak around and start cryin/
al that shit u about to say..u know ur just lyin/
man if i met you i'd wanna crush you, into on oozy custard/
im gunna slit ya throat n spread the blood like mustard/
if i battled ur second RB name..he'd be barely livin to/
u punches all mised me like ur fists are invisible//
man u a weak kunt, u put ur hand on a shoulder/
im a newb, u didn't think my punches would make you colder/
he thinks he's good..but he;s too pussy to put up a fight//
its funny to see this guy act black...NOPE he;s still white//
its funny sein this guy tryin to bust a rhyme/
he goes away n hides-then tells people he did time/
i cant help laughin at this guy tryin to rap like xzibit/
this guy thinks like its a fight, he reckons he still-in-it/
actually this may be a fight, cuz ur out- for- the- count/
u say u mak on bitches, but mommy dont count/
man my punches will spread this guys nose all ova his face/
i paid his mum 5 cents to suk me dik till it ran out of taste/
this tlls everyone he's got a car, and hes fangin/( goin fast)
but ill kik the stool over and leave the kunt hangin