I wish this nigga would Dy, spittin all that booty
I can't take any Mo, why'z this dude so damn fruity
he talks about checkin' chick, but hes only checkin for cooties
Hes from the Suburbia of CHI...the fuck comes out of the burbs
NIGGA Dy Nigga Dy, because your nothin but a herb...
Check his last line, dammit I musta been smokin'...
Thats no fuckin excuse for your brain to be broken
You can't rhyme so just confess your wackness in the mic...
and don't come back here EVER again, not ever in your Life
Then take your ass back the to scary cary, 'fore I pop you vrigin cherry...
And spill your blood on the walls like that crazy Bitch Bloody Mary