[Intro]
Well at least he was smart enough not to rap about him
You ain't got no tears n***a
You got butterflies you tried to coverup with L.A. tats

[Chorus x2]
(G) I'ma get at you guaranteed I been spitting for ya
(A) Ayo this fag shake his ass for a couple dollas
(M) I murder mics man this that Massacre 2
(E) Even you know your career was basically through

[Verse 1]
I Chuck Lidell on tracks
When I spell it smell like crack
Hang you lil dicks upside down like bats
Who the face of L.A?
Had to get ya butterfly covered up with L.A
You the waste of L.A
Get blast up in L.A
Face down ass up in L.A
You the crocodile hunter, I am the stingray, making my day
One blood? More like Michael Jackson get this weirdo onе glove
Like I threw a snail at him
Gеt hit with one slug
One six foot hole dug
One punch?
Never happened Playa hush ya self and if it ended a career you must of punched yaself
Ron Jeremy ass n***a, put ya dick in ya own mouth and suck yaself, bust yaself
So you can cum harder my oblongata is the fire starter
Don't make me none
Jayceon when I have beef I serve filet mignon
Don't make me do it to ya JT, cause I'll overdo it
Push your head in more combinations than a fucking rubiks
Tongue Ring Queen lived in the burbs
He that black homo dude from "Revenge of The Nerds"
Got signed to Aftermath, Dre dropped you twice
Then only clown himself to sell three mill and get dropped again, whoa
No Doctors Advocate, boy stranded on Geffen and still ain't learned his lesson
Lying to the press and Internet thug
Its all good n***a in the end after you flop
I'll still invite you to be my MySpace friend
[Chorus x2]
(G) I'ma get at you guaranteed I been spitting for ya
(A) Ayo this fag shake his ass for a couple dollas
(M) I murder mics man this that Massacre 2
(E) Even you know your career was basically through

[Verse 2]
That first song was a jab, this part two of my trilogy feature
I promise number three is Ether
His only defense, I ain't said nothing new
But just because you already exposed don't make it any less true
This n***a life story switch like the butterfly effect: get the picture?
Just answer "yes" or "no" n***a, are you a stripper? (Yes)
Went from crip to blood, we call that transformer
That man's a former Deuce Bigelow man whorea
Call him "Hurricane Game" cause he shake it like a saltshaker
Drop it like its hot, Chippendale change of heart maker
Plus ya shoes ain't sellin', you ain't no felon
Guaranteed bottle service when I break yo melon
You ain't from no hood, got bitch slapped by Suge
N.W.A.? You's a H.W.A., "Ho With a Attitude"
Confusing banging with ballet
Catch him outside the club take his car away like valet
Got Eazy-E tatted on ya arm bitch
His own son, Lil Eazy from Compton even said you a varmint
Rat ass n***a murk him on some calm shit
Plus my swags funky like Serena Williams armpits
Ahh, Made it through the hellhole
Your hood is Glendale to Melrose, look at this black tickle me Elmo
Remember the time you rapped exactly like Shyne
Didn't even know this n***a and he shouts me out in rhymes like:
[Skit]
[The Game]: "Yeah this killa Cali life is a mothafucker"
[Ras Kass]: "N***a you from Lancaster"
[The Game]: "N***as hoppin off a lax's can't wait to see the sunshine"
[Ras Kass] "Shut up n***a"
[The Game]: "Y'all must think it's all chips and championships in L.A. I got n***as from San Diego all the way to the bay"
[Ras Kass]: "Who you got?"
[The Game]: "E-40, Dre, Tash, Ras Kass"
[Ras Kass]: "Who?" (Hahaha)

[Verse 3]
I get it you my Stan gone bad miss me
Dave Chapelle lost episode, this n***a's my pixie
So I'mma stay on game like the referee
You lucky I'm on parole I been put steel in ya soul
Throw 'em to the wolves let the street divide ya
American me that boy is prison vagina
And fuck if Interscope created you
Big Face unmade you
50 Cent filleted you
Stupid, you played you
And Jimmy can't save you
When I stick my whole arm through ya chest like Chris Angel
No love when I turn in ya clock and Flavor Flav you
No Crip or Blood when I gang bang you
I'm able to hop out GT's extra crisp
Spit green shit like possessed bitch in "The Exorcist"
Ho's I fuck swear I got the extra dick
My P.O. is healthy, My tec is extra sick
And since you tried to promote your record off me pal
"Eat or Die" the new album in stores now
Get real n***a
Pistol grip pump?
N***a you's a high heel pump
Yeah, "Eat or Die" the new album in stores now
Fuck this faggot!

[Chorus x2]
(G) I'ma get at you guaranteed I been spitting for ya
(A) Ayo this fag shake his ass for a couple dollas
(M) I murder mics man this that Massacre 2
(E) Even you know your career was basically through

Fake blood!

[Outro]
(?) a little (?) ball of clay
You should see what the faggot can't do today (bitch n***a)
(?) you get hit with the 7 5 Tray(?) (bitch n***a)
We'll talk (?), just make my day (bitch n***a)

*Sample & Spoken Word*