[MC Rimmer]
First of all f** you and your respect
Now that I reflect, I'm tired of being an object
You act like I ain't worth sh**
When you get drunk you get angry and start fronting
Why do you seem so lovely, then you give me nothing
I wish I was a .50, you were a deer, and I'd be hunting
Or I'd be a 9 millie chasing your a** down the hallway
Then spray away until you can't seen another day