*Beat starts to talking between A2Z and Amp, Amp starts rapping*

Don’t wanna get me started bout people that piss me off//
Make you gag off these verses and watch yo ass cough//
Lemmie start with a legend that use to get respect and great dancer//
Now he’s brainwashin kids so he can get in tha pants, make them believe he’s realated to prancer//
You have to be made outa ice-cream to be once black now white//
Take it out and make it a ‘thriller’, but you don’t got no might//
Confused by ya sex-drive something on a different terrain//
Don’t sit on ya ass now it might still be in some great pain//
Today I bet your gunna decide which attitude to use//
Sexy, Grown up, innocent girl idk too many, your confused//
Crossin ya roads and leave ya to make tha decision//
If you need a map it would say, ‘how tha fuck am I a woman?’//
Little girl scared to grow up and leave momma’s house//
But letting timberlake go up or down her blouse//
Sick of you you little pop girl all up into little girl things like beanie baby’s and things that glow//
When someone asks ya name, personality, or boyfriend everyone says “hm..i don’t know//
Anyone mentions your name everyone knows that we prolly talking bout your ass//
Make tha scale go hay-wire while you take body fat test, its half of your mass//
How many husbands have you had now I only got ten fingers//
But you got a ring for everyone, you belong on Jerry Springer//
Man you got something that’s only described by this, major, fucked up therapy issues//
Right now you aint nothing new or hot, so leave, don’t worry they wont miss you//
Got a couple word to describe you in, SLUT, WHORE, and FUCK-A-HOLIC//
I see that you’ve discovered your sexuality, after what, you drank some tonic//
No doubt you got it goin on, but im worried bout what you got goin up//
You could walk down slutsville and everyone would say, hey ‘sup//
Goin ta let ya know that only ‘good girls’ get ta ride in tha cart//
But unfortunately you cant cuz ya legs r still spread apart//
Think of things that were big and that made peoples head bob//
13 years ago that was you, but don’t make it ya day job//
‘head’ on up ta learn from tha dance legend mr. mc ‘hammer’//
seen better only that side-walk was good but sometimes you stammered//
keep tha shit nice and clean so pry it out with ya back-side//
lets just hope ya straight, so please don’t dick ride//

*about a fifteen seconds pause of talking and laughing, then A2Z kicks in*

Now When You Hear The Gun-Firing And Beatings Best Believe I Caused Those-Sirens//
But How Can I Be A Rapist I Guess I Aint-Trying, I’m Getting Shown Up By Kobe-Bryant//
We Know From Your Aerial-Displays You Didn’t Do What They-Say//
But We Also Know In L-A Elton John-Ain’t The Only Star That’s-Gay//<<Hint>>
Oh Shit, I Guess To-Take Stabs At Gays Was My Very First-Mistake//
Especially When It’s Funny Enough To-Say “Hi, I’m Justin Timberlake”//
“And Britney Spears Dumped Me So I’m Thinking Of Ashton Kutcher When I Masturbate//
“I Guess After A While Ashton’s Nagging Finally Got-To-Me//
He Would Beg-And-Plead, And He Convinced-Me To Commit-Sodomy//
It Was A Sucking-Spree As I Dropped My Pants And Got On-My-Knees//
A Smile-Of-Glee Crept Across His Face As He Jumped In My Ass Like A-Wallabee//
Was That Too Mean And Evil Minded…Did I Just Say Something I Would-Resent?//
Ok, Ill Move To Someone Everyone Loves To Hate…That Faggot Named 50 Cent//
Speaking A Mumbled Language That He-Invents So No One Knows What He-Meant//
His Songs Lack-Content So He Thinks He Can Cover It Up With An-Accent//
Stuck On Eminem and Dre’s Dicks Like His Asshole Was Full Of-Cement//
I Got Another Gigantic Beef, A Double Whopper, I Know Its Not Any Of My-Business//
But I’m Getting-Sick Of Little-Kids With A Raised -Fist Yelling Out “Hi!-My-Name-Is”//
But Three Albums Full Of How Much You Hate Kim, Its Getting Really Boring//
Teeni Boppers Don’t Request Your Shit On TRL Any More, There All Fucking Snoring//
Acting Tough Cuz Ya Drop Diss Tracks, When We All Know Most Can’t Even Spit Back//
Getting Air Time On The Radio Calling Out The Worst MCs That you Know, Ja Rule And Benzino// (OH NO!)
Yet Another Swing Coming At Someone Else, But I’m Not Gonna Call Your Name Out//
You’d Be Too Be Too-High-To-Realize, Then Be-Surprised And Probley Throw Your Hip Out//
Ya Ancient, But Then ya Get All Depressed And Probley Pull Your Bag Of Weed Out//
Oh That’s Right You Quit…If He-Quits I’d Cut My-Wrists With A-Key And Watch-Me Bleed-Out//
Have Ya Figured Out Ya Name, Or Are You Too High, Do I Have To Read It-Out//
Its Snoop Doggy Dogg, The LBC Dawg, Ok Dawg Get The Fuck-Out//
OK, Time To-Produce Enough-Abuse To Leave Ya Pansy Ass In A-Noose//
The Sell Out, The Mayor Of Nellyville… [Sing] Im Talking Bout That Pimp Juice//
He Went From “Going Down Down Baby” To “Taking-Off-Your-Clothes”//
He Made The Same Transistion, From Being Loved To Hated By-Homophobes//
The Faggot Can’t Rap So As Filler Hes Shoving In Plugs For His Lines-Of-Clothes//
Het Can’t Get Any-Hoes, So Hes Paying Hookers To Take Their-Blows//
Ask Any Person On The Street If Nelly’s Straight You’ll Get A Resounding “Maybe”//
But I See Right Through The Mist…Why You Think He Says “Im Going Down, Down Baby?”//
No Subliminals Here, The Truth Speaks Through Me, And I Speak The-Truth//
This Is-Cruel Like A Sleep Over At A Catholic-School//
But I’m Bringing The Pain To Murder Inc, More Specifically Ja-Rule//
The Hip-Pop Don’t Work, Keep It “Between-You-And-Your-Crew”//<<That Song “Every Little Thing That We Do Should Stay Between Me And You>>
Calling Ya Self Rap, But Sound Like You Should Be Rolling With NSYNC//
Muder? Man You Could Break A Pen In Half And You Still Couldn’t ‘Murder Inc’//

*beat stops, static, then voices come on with a softer beat*

This Just In From Your Local Radio Station, Bizarre From D12 Just Bust And Began Freestyling//
We Take You Now To Some Hott Chick, Whos Name We Don’t Know, We Just Stare At Her Tits//
Thanks Jack, This Attack Seems To Be A Lash Back To A2Z Who Says He Whack…Lets G Hear Him Rap

*Mock Bizarre Voice Comes On*

I Don’t Wanna Rap…I Just Wanna Take A Nap…Your Breath Smells Like Ass…uh….*ten seconds*…Ill Fuck You In The Ass

*it fades out to laughing and mocking…towards the end A2Z starts to give props to those who deserve it*