I packed Alicous and I broke Da Brakes
Now I’ma mash up Shnazz, see if he has what it takes
To compete with the real boys, no one adores fakes
Tell your mother I forgive her, everyone makes mistakes
But she should have kept her legs closed, for Pete’ sakes
You get splattered in sections in matter of seconds
Stick around for a while and I’ll give you some live lessons
You said you were ill …. so better fight that infection
First lesson is don’t write rhymes with your rectum
You can’t kick it to rappers even though you “Bend it like Beckham”
I really have to laugh with you delivering lethal blows
I didn’t know you were in to pleasing homos
You don’t want no beef, it’s bad for your cholesterol
Lesson number two, your ego will be your downfall
You shouldn’t have stepped to me, that’s lesson number three
Cuss I leave you hanging like balls in a Christmas tree