Even your shadow's got a gun to its head..
This pic reminds me of that Tag Tourney.. you were tryin' ya hardest
But it doesn't matter what angle you take, we'll ALWAYS see Bags re-lining your garbage
You in a midlife crisis, outta shape & can't afford those rags
Last time you tried to shoot the Gap.. they wouldn't let you bring ya wardrobe back
This faggot's outta his league.. & those shorts got me laughin' outta my seat
Dog, those busted-ass Kapri Styles could shut all of Brazzers down for a week
You're old as FUCK & idolize Marino.. meetin' him was ya highest purpose
LMAO.. I bet it left a bad impression when you thought pass protection was life insurance
An effiminate Cuban dressin' like an NFL star's the worst gimmick
'Cos the only Sunday Ticket you got comes w/ a plate & a chair at the church picnic
Even ya watch turned away from you, lookin' like a sideshow act
I ain't surprised.. this 60-year-old freak'd be scared to FaceTime w/ an iPhone app.
But this metro stays kitted out, from the Flexfit to them rare LeBron's
He'll even pull out those Wolf Greys.. arguin' w/ the stylist at his men's hair salon
I could predict his whole verse.. leave this fat slob stuck in hysteria
Ironic, you got them GoldenEyes.. N64 was the year your raft washed up in America
Easy