Ay yo I get ya name, you the son of Will Smith/
Fake Rayban frames, you the LESS Fresh Prince/
Making open callouts, can't decide who you want to beat you/
I'm hotter than Pam Anderson in lingerie that's see-thru/
Fuck it I'm a rap scholar, you just an apprentice/
Ain't you that old bastard from Dennis the Menace/
You more like Golum, rap is ya precious, but ya can't get ya hands on it/
Ya style is appalin, boring, leaves the readers inanimate/
After I hit ya, clear ya brain, like ya dad did in Men In Black/ (Will Smith see above)
You suck, even my one-fingered, arthritic grandma can make better (w)raps/
