Man who you think you are? Spazzing over the truth?
Man you phone-ier than a ******* phone booth
Yeah, obviously you spit for free
With rhymes like that you couldn't make no money
The only way you would get ass is if you turn into a raper
And wiping ya ass is the closest you'll ever get to paper (money)
**** man, you must be turning religious cuz u aint got nun
You should call yaself most hated cuz even Mother Teresa wouldn't love ya son
Airness? Ha, your verse sound like like a chorus
Askin me how does dick feel? Questioning me like a lost tourist
You like a beat down train, you cant stay on track
Only time ya cock is happy is when its embedded in crack
You owning a gun? Man ill fill ya life with pain and strife
U think u a gangsta? What you gon do stab me with yo butta knife?
Man, u talk a lot of **** that dont make you a real Emcee
U like Stevie Wonder you just can't see
You more messed up than the teeth of J-Kwon
And your fuckin style is more flamboyent than Elton John
Now, stop with the rap and stick with fuckin the bone
And stop D-Rydin Truth cuz you'll both get owned