man these midgets better shutup, and dont even start-the-beef/
yall so pussy,i get a hard on when yall start-ta-speak,my dick starts-ta-leak/
fuckin comin on the internet and talkin like they hard-and-street/
when they the type a bitches who say "excuse or pardon-me"/
how the fuck gangsta can they be,they neither shoot-or-dodge/
they aint got no guts,and they aint got no balls like a nutered-dog/
how the fuck am i gonna get this through-they-nogs(heads)/
they dont even drink at clubs,they go and play pool-wit-buds/
and when they at school,-no-thug is shown,they never loose they cool-and-shove/
they rather love,they never act a fool and through stools and act-ruff,cuz they get jacked-up/
and they game get backed-up like a mac-truck,they the type ta gargle listerine and just act-drunk/
smoke parsly and crack-up,they fucken wannabees,ruckin saggy jeans from they daddies laund-a-ry/
hang out wit the black kids, go home ta they mommies and say"i think they on-ta-me"/
they aint nuttin but followers, the man's zombies,yall couldnt murder inc. if your nickname was ashanti/
u aint got no style like plain-text,u can gargle crap and spit it, u still wouldnt be sprayin-shit/
ur game wouldnt blast off wit rockets attached ta it from nasa,ur flow is leaken like files on kazza/
u aint nuttin but a wackass emcee seaken attention, a white surbian kid wit vengeance,at school you prolly got a perfect attendance/
i dont know who the fuck you affenden wit them words that your senden,i aint listen ta one word you mention/
u aint beaten me in battles or wit written-gems,i hope u got cotton mouth,cuz u aint spittin-flem/
so take ur time and practice,go home equipped-wit-pens,and dont come back till ur flow can inflict-torment/