[Verse 1/MC Rimmer]
Your as fake at the beef in a happy meal
Your shit's more flaky than paint when it peels
I just don't give a fuck, your shit outta luck
You silly duck, writing rhymes as good as muck shit
You wanna beef, then come on and bring the ruckus
Your shit's getting played out like skinny jeans on faggots
You got less swag than the excrement off a maggot
There's more intelligence than the crap in my regurgitation
Your mother should of called the clinic for cancellation
Your better get your seat belts fasten
Earl has the ass, but I put the sin in assassin

[Verse 2: FreeJC]
Last time I was on a track, everything was alright
It was me taking down Red, but everything was still white
Boy, It was dope as a dimebag, now pass me the light
Cause I burnt up that shit, he can't put up a fight
Do you remember the 21st line of "Red December"
The 'Hop Off My Dick Club' is one where you're a member
September and November, RedMasta's always falls
Oughta masta how to jump off both my balls
Slay this little bitch merciless, Michael Vick
With Madd Dogg in the pound, you puppies is sick
You make liftthat look like he ain't sucking no dick
D'you get it that you'll always be part of the white clique?
White skin and name, the white one they'll never pick
Again to hit that green or get that purple shtick
All these wack wannabes better learn to back off
Red's pinned against the wall and he can't take the tack off