god damn you cant even count numbers//
prolly take it in the butt from cucumbers//
motha fucka your rhymes are bitter//
too bad for our sake, your not a quitter//
your shit rhymes are driving us crazy//
not even 6 lines, damn you lazy//
go buy you a cheesecake?//
what are you talkin bout? your punches are fake//
you talk bout shows on MTV//
talkin bout black shows, shouldnt you be watching BET?//
what's wrong wit a white boy who can rhyme//
better then you, your worse then shower grime//
you can't handle my white boy skills//
cuz im the white billy from the hillz//
so next time atleast take your time//
and actually compose a rhyme//