u talk tough, and now I see why, cause u be lookin all scary
but I'm confused about ur gender since u rock an adam's strawberry
ur clothes look like you found em in a bag on the side of a creek
meanwhile that bitch is trying to shop at the Gap... in ur teeth
and while I'm mesmerized by her twisted, ungodly proportions
I'm thinking that her mother prolly should have had an abor-chin
because while ur out at the club with ur sister pretending u make blondes wet
her chin is showing up on chyeahh's radar as an inbound, earth killing object
u pringle-tounged bitch, I'm not even close to being done son
ur ears make u look like a kindergarten teacher who just killed a horse with funyuns
des throws death blows. but I worry that all this fire will be erased
cuz I'm afraid most of these punches will slide right off your greasy face
weak disgrace. how u gonna come at me like ur special tho...
when both ur mouths is already open wide in awe of my spectacle?