Empty Holster, if we're comparing guns ta wins.
So without ammunition, his offense is wearin thin.
There's probably no real Thunder in ya Bay.
You think you can rhyme, so I can't believe anything ya say.
Like a mud wrestling bitch this pussy's bogged down.
Ya brain's hesitating, cold feet, like it's wearin a wedding gown.
So ya gay enough ta take a spin class, weak enough to get dizzy.
When ya want The Boys Back In Town ya ain't thinkin bout Thin Lizzy.
And if ya sucked anymore ya'd inhale ya own dick.
It might even help ya raps cuz I'm sure that little thing's sick.