He's pulling nerves when i'm serving his death/
cuz he can't spit two words.. without reserving his breath/
this herb deserves to get left.. in round one when Sum comes/
on the drums going dumb while he's running for crumbs/
Here comes the fat dude..lacking to put his abs to use/
And macking after dudes cuz girls would catch attitudes/
.. And how many kids do you have?/
Cuz they're glad their looks doesn't match up to dads/
Passing his whack traits of tracks over the place/
The way his fat on his backs overlapping his waist/
I could take every bash in your female writtens/
But I'm glad i'm not the chick that you had to kiss when/
Exchanging ya spit mixed with a bucket of chicken/
Stuck in your lips since last thanksgiving..i'm sickened/
Def shouldn't be allowed to ever open his mouth/
Cuz when he spittin loud.. it's making def folks proud/
While seeing him cry out.. they don't bother to feed it/
Cuz if you're hit with two pieces.. you would probally eat it/
Soon as he checks in.. he's tryna find respect/
But I had a harder time tryna find his neck/
I heard it's pretty easy just to be in D.O.P.E./
Cuz even Keeb asked ya momma for it weeks ago/
She's flowing toe to toe without hurting herself/
Cuz she made her mistakes..
by giving birth to Def!/
