Chick chick pow I'm back in town, so you best shut your fucking mouth, before I put you 6 feet down, you ain't making a fucking sound, ain't no one hearing you though the ground, so you Best shut up before you get shot down, put you down like your a dog In the fucking pound, make you wish you hadn't made a fucking sound, drop you on your head till your fucking dead, you gonna have to be hand feed, live in a fucking pen and for the record your girlfriend a one out of ten, at least I get hot girls in my bed, so next time you talk shit get your facts right, cause last I checked you can't fight, so you best hold your girls hand tight, because she going to dump you after the first night, we all know you can't do shit right, and we all know it's more then the fifth time, it's not even your sixth girl, and your been dumped like twelve times, guess you just can't guess you just can't keep up with fat rhymes oh no I think I made him cry, but to be fair you picked a fight your losing, bitch your not even choosing it's amazing how you think you're amusing your just the other guy a girls using the fact I have to come out and show you fucker real music makes me fear we're the fuck rap might be movin makes me question what the fuck you think your doin your making yourself look fuckin stupid make me hope this nightmare lucid don't know how you fuckers think you making good music you guys so far down your not even on the list to be chosen