u talk shit like i drop hits/
u look like somethin off mad tv, but u remind me of a cow that just caught mad cow disease/
u rap like a mix of fresh prince and the village boys, the only difference is u use bigger and better gay sex toyz/
whats up wit ya, my raps got u bent, sorry buba, i dont like ya shrimp,go back home cause ya rips sound like something that was left in the washin machine to long on rince/
when u here me spit, ya know to mover cause my freestyle is like that thing they called the big boom, whats up forest, ya just gonna run, ya scared the king of rap gonna beet ya wit his gun?/
must be, cause ya startin to shiva, ya see my raps fly from the barrel as i put a lil presure on that trigga/
so go ahead and show us what ya got, be sure not to get caught starin down the black tube on the end of my glauc/
u standin on home plate and just got hit, but u fall like uve been rattlesnake bit

lil skip