listen, i spit the fires
that everyman desires
hot and lovely
are my words of glory
its the passion and the feast
that you find in a sexy beast
strutting and hussling
swaying and playing
is the the way i swing
i dont take lip or your zing
because im the lyrical minister
and your rymes are just sinister
let say this slowly
because your dumber then a poney
YOU ....CANT....COMPETE
cause your beats stink more then your feet
its sad but a true story
about a kid with gay lover named morey
you may say your a bong master
but i say your a dong master
your a little preppy emo kid
who has a trash can that i dare not touch the lid
you maybe not happy with my style
but ur tiny t-shirts are hunted by petafiles
i go and by with class
fifth grade shirts are not big enough to wipe your ass
you come and go but your whinning stays behind
its almost as bad sean yelling, "YOUR BLIND!"
you little bitch are just a complainer
i know you cant rap, but dont cry, get a trainer
im the ship shap shippidy doo
and baby your just a bitch bach botchidy boo
im tip tap tired of this topic
frankly your image makes me sick
c ya wouldnt want to be you
c you