<Picks up the mic, an aura of light surrounds him...>

Yo, this lil' bitch is probably jus' some wigga who tries to be black//
He walks 'roun vibin',lookin' gangsta while he's grabbin his sack//
He tries to pick up dem bitches, but they ain' bitin'//
Stop playin', and give into you're home sexual fantasies, quit fighten'//
It's frightnen'//
To see somebody keep tryin'//
To get with their mom or their sister//
Tryin' to sleep with her or tryin' to kiss her//
Beatin' off every nigh'// <Slurp!Slurp!>
It ain' fuckin righ'//
Jus' some fuckin' sick bastard yellin': "Blow me! Blow me!"//
Tryin' to get his little cousin to flash him: "Show me! Show me!"//
This gay makes daily trips the the SAAN store//
To buy man-thongs, so his boyfriend will show him more//
Well, this guy's life is pretty fucked up, not for the better//
So give this mother fucker a gun, complete with a suicide letter!//

<Mic fly's through the air, lands in front of lyrical_tactix, and blows his fuckin' legs off.>

Don' take shit seriously, dawg. I don' mean a word of it. Hell, I don' even know ya.