[Verse 1/MC Rimmer]
Your as fake at the beef in a happy meal
Your sh**'s more flaky than paint when it peels
I just don't give a f**, your sh** outta luck
You silly duck, writing rhymes as good as muck sh**
You wanna beef, then come on and bring the ruckus
Your sh**'s getting played out like skinny jeans on f*ggots
You got less swag than the excrement off a maggot
There's more intelligence than the crap in my regurgitation
Your mother should of called the clinic for cancellation
Your better get your seat belts fasten
Earl has the a**, but I put the sin in a**a**in
[Verse 2: FreeJC]
Last time I was on a track, everything was alright
It was me taking down Red, but everything was still white
Boy, It was dope as a dimebag, now pa** me the light
Cause I burnt up that sh**, he can't put up a fight
Do you remember the 21st line of "Red December"
The 'Hop Off My Dick Club' is one where you're a member
September and November, RedMasta's always falls
Oughta masta how to jump off both my balls
Slay this little b**h merciless, Michael Vick
With Madd Dogg in the pound, you puppies is sick
You make liftthat look like he ain't s**ing no dick
D'you get it that you'll always be part of the white clique?
White skin and name, the white one they'll never pick
Again to hit that green or get that purple shtick
All these wack wannabes better learn to back off
Red's pinned against the wall and he can't take the tack off