Yoyoyo-yo, yo
Yoyoyo-yo, yo
It's funny how money changes situations
'specially when this f*ggot isn't gonna make none
Talk about finals but you ain't never made one
You ain't even ever been in a conversation, son
Do us a big favor, and quit trying cuz I swear
Thats the worst rhyming noodles is the shrimp flavor
If he was signed I'd drop the dzk on a big major
I wouldn't give this chicken noodles to a sick neighbor
Get him Schick razor for that ape appeal
He got uglier sideburns on his face than Seal
Soon as the battle card went up his fate was sealed
You f**ing clown I can't believe this lame's for real
So stop AIMing me your sh**, get the f** up off me
I wouldn't touch no Dane ish with out a cup of coffee
I never felt his raps, this little sheltered cat
Is quicker to pull Mace than Diddy after welcome back
After seeing him there's something I don't understand
It's why you rapping instead of cover Copacabana
I'll cop a case of whop a** and then open a can
And take a shot at his fauxhawk like Cobra Commander
He think he too cool, but to be truthful
Noodles you sound like a white version of Spoonful
He thought he got himself a b**h that was naked and ready
But if a chick is grinding Noodles she making spaghetti
Really, what kind of rap name is Dane Curley?
A lame who ain't worthy to spit in the same tourney
This f**ing gay nerdy douche linked his page early
I ain't even start writing until like eight thirty
So play the AIM game, you f**ing lame brain
You lose to all the big dogs isn't it great Dane?
So he already knows, you ain't getting out of this
Round Noodles like you was drowning in some Spagetti-Os
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win wait no you never win none
You never win sh** cuz you're wack as f**