OHHH SWEET JESUS, MUFFIN. You look packed full of cream and stuffing
That color’s a bit much... Don’t you get it? People TRY to hit you if they see you coming
You're a Little Giant, literally, you resemble Lunch Box, goon
Your whole face looks like a pig's ass sustained random gunshot wounds
Everything about you's a mess, brother fix your garments
Not that it matters, rocking a beard like Cash's sisters armpits
I’m bouncing back, with hands that’ll slouch this fag
I look like I came here to party, you look like you came to work on Ouch’s Jag
Bringing tools is smart when involved in A fight for your life
But In reality, this bums scared of DeWalt more than Heisenbergs wife
If I looked like you, every day I'd need a couple dozen Macallan shots
Those shoes have seen Better Dayz... literally, he's worn ‘em since that album dropped
Them shits is uggggly, I bet the soles are barely there
Looking like they're held together with duct tape and a daily prayer
Were you reading the mag? Dude, I've got this V in the bag
I was showered with praise, while your last wash involved Febreze and a rag
You're scaring what? Get the guns, I'm set to air this cunt
You've taken the backseat to me since I got here, & apparently slept there for months