Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward right once and for all. I'm sick of the motha fucka! this shit out!
Yo! spit a racial slur, honky, sue me! This is a horror flick, but a black guy doesn't die in this movie! wit Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin! That makes me you really don't have an interest in livin! You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you I got a better chance the KKK. On real shit, though, I like you That's why I didn't wanna to be the one you commit suicide to Fuck 'Lotto,' me your leader I bad that I gotta murder that dude from "Leave It to Beaver" I used to like that show, now you got me in a back' mode But oh well, if you gotta go, then you go! I hate to do this; I would love for this to last So I'll take pictures of my end so you won't forget my ass And all's that ends ok? So I'll end this shit with a "Fuck you, but a nice day!"
Word, I think you were a hard on the Beaver So was Haskal, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver This guy keeps screamin', paranoid! Quick, get his ass another steroid! "Blahbity bloo blah blahbity blooh blah!" I ain't a word you said, "hipidy hooblah!" Is that a top, or a new bra? Look Snoop Dogg just got a boob job! Didn't you to the last round, meat head? Pay attention, you're the same shit that he said! Matter fact, dog here's a Go home, write some shit, it suspenseful, And don't come back something dope hits you Fuck it! You can take the mic home you! like a cyclone hit you, Tank top screamin', "Lotto, I fit you!" You see how far them white jokes get Boys like How Ice gonna diss you? My motto: Lotto! I'll get the 7 digits from mother for a dolla' tomorrow!