yo, it’s time to get rid of this coward once and for all.
i’m sick of the motha f*cka! check this sh*t out!
i’ll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me!
this sh*t is a horror flick,
but the black guy doesn’t die in this movie!
f*ckin’ wit lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin!
that makes me believe you really dont have a interest in livin!
you think these n*gg*s gonna feel the sh*t you say?
i got a betta chance joining the kkk.
or some real sh*t, though, i like you
that’s why i didn’t wanna have to be the one you commit sucide to
f*ck ‘lotto,’ call me your leader
i feel bad i gotta murder that dude from “leave it to beaver”
i used to like that show, now you got me to “fight back” mode
but oh well, if you gotta go, then you gotta go!
i hate to do this, i would love for this sh*t to last
so i’ll take pictures of my rear end so you won’t forget my *ss
and all’s well that ends well, ok?
so i’ll end this sh*t wit a “f*ck you and have a nice day!”
ward, i think you were a little hard on the beaver
so was eddie haskal, wally, and ms. cleaver
this guy keeps screamin’, he’s paranoid!
quick, someone get his *ss another steroid!
“blahbity bloo blah blah blahbity bloo blah!”
i ain’t hear a word you said, “hipidy hooblah!”
is that a tank top, or a new bra?
look, snoop dogg just got a f*ckin’ b**b job!
didn’t you listen to the last round, meat head?
pay attention, you’re sayin the same sh*t that he said!
matter fact, dog, here’s a pencil
go home, write some sh*t, make it suspenseful,
and don’t come back until something dope hits you
f*ck it! you can take the mic home with you!
lookin’ like a cyclone hit you,
tank top screamin’, “lotto, i don’t fit you!”
you see how far those white jokes get you
boy’s like “how vanilla ice gonna diss you?”
my motto: f*ck lotto!
i get the 7 digits from your mother for a dolla tomorrow!