what up x-kwizit.. you little fat midgit
you're gettin' smacked cuz when you rap you're wack with it
try and grasp it, this tub of lard's gone plastic
now he looks like Bubba Sparxxx on acid
i'll get the vote 'cuz they lovin' my flow plus
i'm makin' more points than your motha fuckin' nose does
i won't budge.. look Sugar's a gay bitch
so i'll abuse Kane like i'm walkin' with a fake limp
i'ma say somethin that you all remember
cuz Sugars so fake we should call him Splenda
check his outfit.. shit that suit and a doo-rag
got 'em lookin' more confused than two fags with deustch bags
you're too ass to be considered a rap god
the type to idolize Cassidy and just act hard
and Xkwizit ain't no competition
he's better off an Atheist tryin' to find religion
listen, i got a million more ways to fight
but i don't need a single one for this waste of life
my advice dawg.. you sound wack with the fake talk
you need to quit rappin' and go back to the cake walks..
kane you lost, i give a fuck what you think faggot
we all I know I served Sugar like pink packets..
