yo mets..
i'm out to sever heads, how fittin that it's you..
it's the only thing ya fitted since ya dome's so fuckin huge..
that shit's a watermelon, no wait, you're an albino..
so i guess it egged me on as i cracked into ya smile..
an i wouldn't flip ya name 'cos the shit is played itself..
but if you both are fuckin losers, it dont matter what ya dealt..
you used to be a bouncer i know why ya left ya job..
'cos like weighin in this round, fat guys never have the odds..
an i'd throw this pig a bone wit another chubby line..
but if i mentioned it again i'd be way too stretched for time..
so i'll stick to dissin bmore since this battle's so unequal
'cos it's go so many wiggers it's like whiteboyz got a sequel
ya city's one big circle so nobody's on ya side..
you could shuttle in ray lewis an he'd still wind up on mine..
so why you so alone an what happened to your crew?
oh, we chose the atkins diet so we parted ways with you
but don't be mad at dukes who be flauntin their tans..
since ya idol as a boy was the michelin man..
an my melanin decreases from just peepin ya set
either that or red with fury like ya summertime neck
yeah you put it on the block an i'm quick to the chop..
so finish off that donut before the guillotine drops..
an be glad you got those votes, 'cos ya so fuckin wack..
that i'm a ditch my whole closer for an rnb track
