Yo, it’s time to get rid of this coward once and for all.
I’m sick of this motherfucker! Check this shit out!

I’ll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me!
This shit is a horror flick,
But the black guy doesn’t die in this movie!
Fuckin’ with Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kidding!
That makes me believe you really don’t have an interest in living!
You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say?
I got a better chance joining the KKK.
Or some real shit, though, I like you
That’s why I didn’t wanna have to be the one you commit suicide to
Fuck ‘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 shit to last
So I’ll take pictures of my rear end so you won’t forget my ass
And all’s well that ends OK.
So I’ll end this shit with a “Fuck you, but have a nice day!”

Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver
So was Eddie Haskell, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver
This guy keeps screamin’, he’s paranoid!
Quick, someone get his ass 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 fuckin’ boob job!
Didn’t you listen to the last round, meat head?
Pay attention, you’re sayin’ the same shit that he said!
Matter of fact, dawg, here’s a pencil
Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful,
And don’t come back until something dope hits you
Fuck 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: Fuck Lotto!
I get the 7 digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow!