i'ma newcomer, you a has been
you need to retire and die, yeah
i rhyme for attetion, you rhyme
so you can keep that pension check comin.
don't make me an my boys pull tha trigga
on you nigga. you white, dumbass, that
makes you a wigga. you had a contest
with a baby to see who's dick was bigga...
YOU LOST! bitch can't you see what this
rap shit is costin ya? hoe you need to
take your white ass back to the suburbs.
you ain't a man, you a woman with a strapon.
you need to leave rappin to the pros cuz every
nigga knows that there ain't no room for hoes.
know what i recommend? you rip all the shit
you penned, cuz it ain't got you a dime, and start
writin for donny osmond. i suppose i could bring
this rhyme to a close and quit revealin this hoe, but
then i'd have nothin to show for this shit. cracka, that
aroma'll put you in coma but we can't expect much
from you. when the police inspect ya ride, you ain't
got the brains to hide the weed. take this rope, wrap round
ya neck and hang off the front of ya deck.