yo pussies ready to get tore up... aight here it goes

you guys cant touch me, im to hot like a stovetop
the next pac, you wanna battle i hope not
you guys got no flow like a bitch with a tampon
knock you out and use you as a pedistool to stand on
the fact of the matter is, when you hand me a mic im disasteriz
im bout to go fire up a blunt right after this
you lucky im not high now cuz when im ripped ill strait embareass you
call me osmama cuz im blowin up like terrorrists do
but im really not a G im a white kid from the burbs
livin my life gettin drunk and smokin herb
if you thought this was fly you should hear my vocals
i just put both you fools in a fuckin chokehold
cuttin off your air supply until your face turns purple
both of you fools are bigger dorks than urkle
i came in and clowned like my name was bozo
its over now homos, think you can win you must be loco