You want this battle, huh?

So you a rapper now? Oh, ok

Here we go again

Prepare to meet your end

Just looked you up on

you have 0 friends

This kid's a loser yo he

ain't even kissed a girl

You write her love letters,

I buy her ice and pearls

So how you like me now

Even Roxanne's in the backround

saying wow Bling's got style

I'm off the gold chain

If you're a rapper why is

Chris your back up dancer

like an e tra on soul train

I see your mommy and your

daddy in the front row

They must be embarrassed for you bro

You're not a real MC

You should quit hip hop

Now be a good bus boy

and go get your mop

Bling, you don't wanna battle

You're the snake without a rattle

You're the boat without the paddle

You're the duck without the waddle

You're the horse without the saddle

The ranch without the cattle

The day without the shadow

Son, I think you should skedaddle

Kick gravel, sayonara punk arrivederci

What language do I have to say

it in for you to hear me clearly

Adios amigo, you're over with finito

This clown couldn't rap

anything but my burrito

Kid, you have to hold your mommy's

hand before you cross the street

You have to sneak out the

house just to clean and sweep

And now you look queasy

I made him go mute

Put your camera phones up so

you can post this on

Truth's got a screw loose,

he's terrified to bus

So lightweight that I could

blow him over with a gust

You're weak like seven

days, you deserve boos

You should walk around in

some high heel shoes, ha

You should rock pigtails and a skirt

You're shaking in your boots,

are your feelings getting hurt

Ooh well, maybe I should

hurt more than your feelings

Maybe I should rip the roof

off the theater ceiling

Maybe you should start kneeling

his eyes are getting misty

Your so whack if you were

me you couldn't diss me

Kissy kissy Roxanne did you miss me

I'll take you out to dinner

after I've eaten this pip squeak

And when were on vacation

I'll let him house sit

Here's a couple bucks buy

yourself a better outfit

You know what?

You don't have a stack of

cash you're a flashy pad

I saw you last week driving the ta i cab

Your secrets out, and

now they know sport

We'll call you if we need

a ride to an airport

In fact, you can drop me

off at home after this

Then you can take your couple

bucks back, but as a tip

You're playing yourself like solitaire

Telling everyone that's here

that you're a millionaire

You're not a baller, you're a phony

I bet your whole crew is

a bunch of rent a homies

And now you lie in bed lonely

The only girls you get are

in the pages of a catalogue

Here stands lord of the bluff

His lies were legendary til

the truth made him hush

And what's funny is your truth is enough

Why'd you have to make up

all the money and the stuff

I guess it's easier to

play the role and act hard

Cuz you don't have the guts

to tell us who you really are

So you can keep a trophy

that you don't deserve

I might be a busboy

But you just got served!