You got fat chances,this lame homo praches/
beat him with a shovel till his body goes rancid/
and cover you u with some leaves and debre/
cuase your stupid free's ain't seeing me/
i'll stab you in the back liek young buck would/
cause i know i could..you ain't no good/
you got dickryders hanging from your breasts/
i'll punch threw the crowd liek ron artest/
i got bigger chances, the bigger you weigh/
My punches Hiting You Direct Like you Dr.Dre/
so ly down bitch and take this loss quick/
your heads big.. but your stomache is thick/
ima steal your belt ,that shit won't bukkle/
the belt ddin't click so your in some trouble/
you suck dick ,i'm more dope and sick/
revealing the truth like a micheal moore flick/
