Throwin' balls to them bitches while tryin' to seem chill;
gettin' itches now you're feeling all kinds of fuckin' ill;
You say I tryin to be playin it wide;
Nigga I don't try, you just get to the side;
While I steal your thunder, and mask over your charm;
Your talkin to the hotties only doin them harm!
And now we got Frank, and he's pretty stoned
But that nigga aint got the money I loaned
For his rhymes and his raps he says "oh no, no remix!"
But deep down inside we all know that nigga's squeamish;
Punk pussies don't mix with G shit he says;
But little does he see his dick "it's like pez";
Now my rhymes be closin, but they'll be back;
Now i gotta go while I take you're woman to the sack!