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