You still breathing? Oh, you must be a deadman still rapping
Bragging, empty words, actin',
How could you be, so unoriginal witchur tongue lashing?
Copycat-ing, unoriginal: You take another rapper's name, and add your area code, men?
My bad, I ain't realize you're Methodman's groupie in the back of hooptie doing ya duty
Methodman six-one-five? (huh)
No matter how hard you try,
you always be a bootleg version of Methodman, and I ain't buying
Your method, man, needs a real fast revival plan
Survival, and you definitely ain't the fittest, therefore
you need to, trade tips and lips and lisp, with Richard Simmons,
then strip ya hips, and dip, so he can hit it
I try, to make y'all brain pull a damn muscle,
but y'all can't handle a ram tussle?
Fine, imma keep it simple for you people,
give you ample e-xamples for your peep-holes, (whoa)
Billy Jean is not your lover, boy
Billy The Goat is more your lover, boy
Rosie O'donnell got more game than you,
She prob'ly got bigger dick than you
Meth, you a three legged bitch,
all the neighborhood dogs done had you
Even Devry Uni got more cred than you
I Busta your Rhymes so Don't Touch Me Now
Or imma bust ya lips, give you dick-sucking ones -- there it go that lisp again
Question: Why you come at me with them nursery lines?
You must be one of them kids left behind
Fa seriously, you need to go back tah (to)
being Soulja Boy's ghostwriter
"I'm jocking on you ... superman dat ho"
Fuck, I'm embarrassed for even repeating that shit
But wanted to let people know you ghost wrote that stank fish
Go 'head, find something to crank cos frankly, you shooting blanks