at conception, ya mom was drunk-with-booze, and to dad, you were another nut-to-ooze/
so no wonder, at these-raps, ''lee's-ass'' like dungaroos/
im fuckin-smooth, and im my own hype alone/
lee's mad-at-facts, cause all his (w)raps-are-ass like fatals old microphone/
he must have drank ''6 40's'' to think he tops my ''minimum-wage''/ (minumum wage here is $6.40/
i piss on his best raps, cause ''aint shit-on-his-page''/
im missing-his-fame, so put his raps on milk-cartons/
fuckin with brav, and you ''must get layed out smooth'' like silk-carpets/