Pollute Ya Beer, Rape The Herbs, Stick My Dick-In-Your-Bud
Envys Lyrics Don’t Flow Coz Crud Is Thicker-Than-Blood
Its Understood Why Your Rhymes Were Cursed To Be Worse
Yo Dad Was In Ya Sisters Room When You Were Writing Your Verse
Immersed In Her Screams, You Couldn’t Write When You Wanna-Flow
Its Not Coz She’s Sad Its Because You Really Want-A-Go
What-A-Hoe, Stop-And-Show Your-Own-Identification
This Fag Is Really A Bitch On Hormone-Replacement
I Blast-The-Hating Don’t Get Angry… It Doesn’t Really Bother-Me
Slitting Your Wrists Is The Only Red You’ll See When You’re In Front-Of-Me