sit your ass down, you're too quick to get off/
i'll chew you up, and spit you out like i got whooping cough/
you a stupid ass nigga think the rhymes you spit are hot, /
i'm spittn advice to you, grab and pen and paper, prepare to jot/
you insist you have style, which honestly, you lack/
in denial like an albino, who insists' that he's black/
get it straight son, you're suppossed to be hittn on the ladies/
you're confused, like R. Kelly, cause you're bashn on babies/
but I don't blame you son, cause I know you're wack/
like a tired man, dawg, you've been hitting the sack/ (balls)
i'mma punch you in the eye, leave it corrupted for all to see/
assume your favorite position, down on both knees