| Lyrics: | [Lotto]
(spoken)
Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward once and for all.
Im sick of
this motha fucka! Check this shit out!
(Rap)
I'll spit a racial splur, honky, sue
me!
This shit is a horror flick,
but the black guy doesn't die in this movie!
Fuckin'
wit Lotto, dawg, u gotta be kiddin!
That makes me believe u really dont have a interest in
livin!
U think these niggas gonna feel the shit u say?
I got a betta chance joining the
KKK.
Or some real shit, though, I like u
Thats why I didn't wanna have to be the one u
commit sucide to
Fuck 'Lotto,' call me your leader
I feel bad that I gotta murder that dude
from ''Leave It To Beaver''
I used to like that show, now u got me in ''fight back'' mode
But oh well, if u gotta go, then u gotta go!
I hate to do this, I would love for this shit
to last
So I'll take pictures of my rear end so u wont forget my ass
And all's well that
ends well, ok?
So I'll end this with a ''FUCK U, but have a nice
day!''
(Eminem)
Ward, I think u 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 ass another steroid!
''Blahbity bloo blah blah blahbity bloo blah!''
Is that a tank top,
or a new bra?
Look, Snoop Dogg just gat a fuckin' boob job!
Didn't u listen to the last
round, meat head?
Pay attention, you're sayin the same shit that he said!
Matter fact, dog,
here's a pencil
Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful,
And dont come back until
something dope hits u
Fuck it! U can take the mike home with u!
Lookin' like a cyclone hit u
Tank top screamin', 'c12 |
