I’m comin’ back atcha, comin’ better than ever,
You just made it easy with that pathetic endeavour
Everyone’s gotta call me a bitch, please I’ve heard it before
Next thing you know, your gonna call me whore.
Girl jokes are the first thing that comes to your brain,
Nobody wants to hear that, what do you expect to gain.
Yeah you get under my skin, like an itch in my epidermis,
You know I’m so hot, you’re burnt up in my furnace.
Will is ill, you make me sick, I need an antibiotic,
Your rhymes are so boring, they must be a narcotic.
You won this, what? you have a guarantee,
Take your rap back to the shop and claim your warrantee.
Another guys ass gettin whooped by a broad,
Get on your knees now punk and pray to the lord.
I’m the real winner, this is the end of your expedition
I’m the one to get in your way, I’m your lyrical inhibition.