Time for me to climb back in the saddle
the dead kid’s back for another BATTLE
I know you’re scared by your shake and rattle
You’re up poop’s creek without a paddle.
these raps have been few and far between
consisting of the worst rhymes I’ve ever seen
I might be deceased but I’m not green
My lyrics are cooler than James Dean.
But you’re not, bizzlees, you can’t get laid
Unless you find some filthy McNasty lookin to get paid
That’s right, I said it, you pay for sex
Under ‘P’ for ‘Pathetic’ in her rolodex
I hope you’re proud bein’ some hookers’ johns
You get less tail than Ralph Malph while I’m The Fonz
You couldn’t even get a fat chick to bone
While I get more ass than Sam Malone
Go ahead and bash how much tv I watch
Puffin a stogie and drinking Scotch
It’s all about givin’ the bedpost a notch
Now I’m done but I won’t drop the mike
See? I’m full of surprises!
You don’t deserve that, d.yke!
But you get a swift kick in the Ca$h and Prizes!