I won’t start by telling jokes about you being a whore,
Coz we all already know that’s been proven before.
I won’t even make no jokes about you being a bloke,
Because that was already written, it’s more fact than fiction
The secret to my success? I’m just lyrically focused
Like a rapper that can’t rhyme, you’re just lyrically hopeless
My lyrics are potent, be careful you don’t overdose kid
I’m hard to swallow, dare you to try, you’ll end up choking
Your wackness is contagious and I swear I’m allergic
This dissing thing is easy, it’s like I’m providing a service
You drew the short straw, it’s so unlucky that I’m spitting
I’ve seen more breast and thighs at Kentucky Fried Chicken
So go ahead and say how you think that I’m crap
And how you’ve been to my website and you ain’t feeling my tracks
Go ahead and tell me that my albums gonna flop
You’ll be first in line as soon as the album drops