This Is A Toss Up Like Salad; You Got No Meat-In-Your-Sound
And I’m Still Way Above You With My Feet-On-The-Ground
I Sleep Well When I’m Dreaming Coz I Sonn-You-In-The-Clouds
Yeah This Guys A Vet He Sticks Thermometers-In-Cows
I’m Proud To Scream Aloud I’m White And Spite This Fucking Coward
OutWrite Aim’ed Me Tonight Quoting “Fuck The Blacks… White Power”
This BOY Can’t Rhyme Or Shave And I’m The Man To Show-Em
Ghost Writing Doesn’t Mean Post Your Dead Grandmas Poem
Lightweights? I Throw-Em, For Every Played Line I Deduct-Ya
You Can’t Move When I Cut-Ya Like An Alien Abductor