lets go

man who you i stepped on you
now you like dogg doodu on da bottom of my shoe
you irritatin me wit your gay self
you probably got "how to do guys" all over yur book shelf
just like a keebler elf u small compared to me
if i had to grade your rappin skills i'd give u a Z
way lower than and A
you an elementary rapper and that's were ur gonna stay
my bullets i spray an i'll make u cluck
an just like fifty cents u ain't gonna duck
don't get me started you to retarded to understand
you couldn't even make a 3rd grade band