If you were on my level, I'd maybe look you in the face//
It's disgraceful how I leave you with a face without a taste//

Cos I slapped it out ya mouth like they do down south//
For ya sister sexin style that see ya frothin at the mouth//

The gay jokes get you nowhere, but you already there//
Try to elevate ya style before you could with me compare//

I know this is hard for you thats why you takin ya time//
How hard can it be for a retarded rapper to find a rhyme?//

Before I leave you s..s..s..stutterin in a bloody mess on the floor//
I'll lay it to you simple so as like you've never heard before//

You weak, lame an there to entertain, as the joke/jester//
The only thing you'll probably spit at me is michael jackson, child mollesterer//