Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward once and for all.
I'm sick of the motha f**ka! Check this sh*t out!
I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me!
This sh*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 sh*t you say?
I got a betta chance joining the KKK.
Or some real sh*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 sh*t to last
So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass
And all's well that ends well, ok?
So I'll end this sh*t wit a "f**k you, buthave 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 ass another steriod!
"Blahbity bloo blah blah blah blahbity bloo blah!"
I didn't hear a word you said, "hipidy hooblah!"
Is that a tank top, or a new bra?
Look, Snoop Dogg just got a f**kin' boob job!
Didn't you listen to the last round, meat head?
Pay attention, you're sayin the same sh*t that he said!
Matter fact, dawg, here's a pencil
Go home, write some sh*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 gonna diss you?"
My motto: f**k Lotto!
I get the 7 digits from your motha for a dolla tomorrow!