Beef rap could lead to gettin? teeth capped   Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap   I suggest you change your diet   It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it      Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease   It ain't no startin? back once arteries start to squeeze   Take the easy way out, phony, until then they know   They wouldn't be talkin? that bologna in the bullpen      So disgustin, pardon self as I discuss this   They talk a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen the justice   Bust this like a cold milk from out the toilet   Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'll boil it      He be better off on PC glued   And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood   Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed      He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh   A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous   Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit   They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit      Her bra smell, his card say, aw, hell   Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel   Keep a cooker where the jar fell   And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook like Ma Bell      Top bleeding, maybe fellow took the loaded rod gears   Stop feeding babies colored, sugar coated lard squares   The odd pairs swears and God fears   Even when it's rotten, we've gotten through the hard years      I wrote this note around New Year's   Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares   Enough about me, it's about the beats   Not about the streets and who food he about to eat      A rhymin? cannibal who's dressed to kill, it's cynical   Whether is it animal, vegetable or mineral   It's a miracle how he get so lyrical   And proceed to move the crowd like a old negro spiritual      For a mil' do a commercial for Mello Yello   Tell 'em devil's hell, no, sell y'all own Jello   We hollow krills, she swallow pills   He follow flea collar, three dollar bills      And squeal for halal veal, in y'all appeal   Dig the real, it's how the big ballers deal   Twirl a L after every meal      Word up to all rappers, shut up with ya shuttin? up   And keep your shirt on, at least a button up   Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin? males?   Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales      They chippin? nails, doom, chippin? scales   Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin? sales   This one goes out to all my peoples skippin? bail   Dippin? jail, whippin? tail and sippin? ale      Light the doobie ?til it glow like a ruby   After which they couldn't find the villain like Scooby   He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit   Overproof drunk shit and who'da thunk it      Punk, try and ask why ours be better   It could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater   Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD nude