@jakester,
Who’s gonna get burned? You’re such a cheap bastard
You wouldn’t know a burner if it melted your cheese sandwich
Stop with the babblin’, will you, please, faggot?
You can’t **** with these hungry beat addicts
I think you’re askin’ for your meat battered
And by “battered”, I mean chopped; you stink of last week’s cabbage
Let me reverse your verse; which of my punchlines hurt the worst?
You think THAT’s bad, you’re about to get merked by worse
Is this ****** through spittin’? Bud, have you finished?
I’m comin’ out of the closet, and chuckin’ you in it!
I spit at you through these fuckin’ crude lyrics
Make you exclaim, “This lad’s bloody rude, in’t he?”
I’m pitchin’ tents - bitch, this is winter camp
I’m playin’ with your sister’s tits and ass
And I didn’t have – to ask, I finger her all night
My fingers are cold as ice, I’m givin’ her frostbite
She asked if she could play with my Mr. Frosty
She gave me a look and asked, “Is this gonna cost me?”
I said, “Nah – consider this a Christmas gift!”
She opened up her crotch, and let me stick my lips in it
She felt my Candy, and I don’t have to be 50 Cent
"Thank you; please don’t hesitate to cum in again!”
“Yeah, thanks for the invite – I think I will, my friend!
Maybe next week, we can meet and be best friends again!”
I got a fever; I’m the illest kid to spit the realest ****
That even your professor won’t be dealin’ with
You don’t like gettin’ your ass hit? Deal with it!
‘Cause this is as real as it gets; somethin’’s gotta give, Marin
How am I gonna get dissed by an Irish drunkard?
If he ever gets in my face, man, I will box him!
Blow him in the face – ‘til he’s broken and he’s grazed
Then throw him down the staircase like Ghostface did to Mase!