[Verse 1]    Talkin' bout beatin meat  But you don't got no meat to beat  I don't needa beat, cause I get pussy  Something you'll never see  I'll shoot you with my pistol  My hollow tips won't whistle  I'll hit you with a missile like a SCUD  Your rhymes fuckin suck  Your fuckin trash  Get your face out of your dads ass  Since we're talking about moms  Tell your mom thanks for last night  (Oh) *And she forgot her thong*  Oh  So bitch you wanna fight  So far you seem like a fuckin dyke  I don't even know why I even waste my time  You just can't fucking rhyme so quit tryin    [Verse 2]    Want me to spit it I will hit it  Cause you can't diss worth shit  Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want  I'm in the corner like Ripken boy  With a 40 Cal Ripken boy, rip ya boy  Flow makin you wanna go   Cause your flow is slow  So next time you speak flow  You should know  How much your momma's a ho  And I know how you and J-Bo are fags  Why else would he be fuckin you up the ass  And everytime he whispers in your ear you shiver  So now everyone will know that your a queer  I don't care what you think about me  I don't care if you doubt me  Your not me, So quit fuckin your daddy     [Verse 3]    So you think your shoes cost more than my house did  Nah. My house cost more than your life did  Your parents probably divorced  Cause your moms a whore  I remember last night I had butt naked on the floor  Then I ate her pussy like shrimp and pork  Then she rode on my dick like she was on a horse  For some odd reason I wanted more  But she did it so long that my dick got sore  So I said fuck it  Then I bent her over and fucked her more  Ha Ha