a pauper dressed up, the kids rims-are-fake/
faggot cries a river, cries a tim-ba-lake/

being with nsync, with no females made'em depressed/
so justin started bustin nutz into the opposite sex/

fuck that

lol we doing Ja Rule

ja rules a bitch and irv gottis his pimp/
multiply his skillz and he still dont equal to 50 cent/

this faggot ja rule/ he really cruel he sound like the cookie monster/ gettin it in the ass by a horny bull.

Two bars, no more no less, i guess i'll bless it
Dont give a fuck, tell eminem and dre that i said it
I think they boy 50 cent got a bow-wow fetish
Next two bar diss goes to mr. curriculum canibus

Hard to not bite "the man" himself, cuz he's used every rhyme to his name/
A gay fashion-designer album-liner is his major claim to fame/



Made me diss my guy man...

man hes so gay he shud b in nsync
no 1 givs a fuk bout ur label, murda INC

is it just me, or has rap gotten sloppy//
i used to go to kinkos if i wanted carbon copys//
but know i just listen to some ja rule and ashanti//

its not 2 bars but im sick i cant think of one more line LOL

jaraule what the fuck why that nigga alergic to shirts,
jackshit is how much his career be worth

loll so many ja rule dises

what u callin 50 wack....., thats some choice shit/
cos ur rhymes add up bout as much as ur hight and voice pitch/

enough with jarule he sucks too much
new cunt Bin Laden

now who u up in yo caves
it was yo plan at bali too killin people in raves

fuck 50 mo' like 2 quarters 5 dimes im'a bust out the 9 behind and reclined blow his mind wit my cleaver rhymes/ pass the 5th like nas fuck the cost and guess who lost motha fucka/

now he be in his fuckin mansion plottin plans,
but Laden dont realize that he soon to be taken away by god's hands cuse i gotta kill him and thats sumthin god demands