Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward once and for all.
I'm sick of the motha f***! Check this s***t out!.
I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me!
This s***t is a horror flick,
but the black guy doesn't die in this movie!
You mess wit Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin!
That makes me believe you really dont have a interest in livin!
You think these niggas gonna feel the s***t you say?
I got a betta chance joining the KKK.
Or some real s***t, though, I like you
That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit sucide to
F***k 'Lotto, ' call me your leader
I feel bad I gotta murder that dude from "Leave It To Beaver"
I used to like that show, now you got me to "fight back" mode
But oh well, if you gotta go, then you gotta go!
I hate to do this, I would love for this s***t to last
So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my a*s
And all's well that ends well, ok?
So I'll end this s***t wit a "***K you, but have a nice day.
Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver
So was Eddie Haskal, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver
This guy keeps screamin', he's paranoid!
Quick, someone get his a*s another steriod!
"Blahbity bloo blah blah blah blahbity bloo blah! "
I didn't hear a word you said, "hipidy hoo blah! "
Is that a tank top, or a new bra?
Look, Snoop Dogg just got a f***' boob job!
Didn't you listen to the last round, meathead?
Pay attention, you're sayin the same s***t that he said!
Matter fact, dawg, here's a pencil
Go home, write some s***t, make it suspenseful,
And don't come back until something dope hits you
F***k it! You can take the mic home wit you!
Lookin' like a cyclone hit you,
Tank top screamin', "Lotto, I don't fit you! "
You see how far those white jokes get you
Boy's like "How Vanilla Ice gon' diss you? "
My motto: F***k Lotto!
I get the 7 digits from your motha for a dolla tomorrow