okay...you said this guy's name is punches
let me punch him in the stomach and see if he crunches
leave him puking up old elementary school lunches
he can "produce" a market, throw up bananas in bunches
peel'em back and mash'em in your damn face
you're a disgrace to the whole human race
i'll spray at you like a bitch using mase
i won't miss a spot like Dirt Devil in this place
i'm the self proclaimed man standin up to this bitch/
get off da mic little boy, this is grown man shit/
Natalie's your chick, but she sucks other mens' dicks/
i got proof, put this videotape in and play the clips/
i'm sorry i had to be the one to tell you dawg/
i feel your pain, take a sip of this here alcohol/
down you'll fall, throw yourself up against the wall/
make a call to rehab, sense...you lost it all/
a song with you wouldn't even have a beat/
i'd let you spit 2-bars then it's back to your seat/
you can't sit here, i need this space for my laun-dry
back of the bus Forrest Gump, everyday not sor-ry
matter of fact take my basket to the laundromat
then stop by the cleaners to pick up my coat and slacks
a man with heart and smarts needs a few lines to get stacks
you have none, life stops short of crossing successful tracks
success lies ahead in the hands of the beholder
your life ends instead thanks to hollow tips in my holdster
i'm about to fold ya, wake up! you need some Foldgers
i'ma pull out my nine and save you like a closer
and if that won't do then i'ma add some dynamite
either way this battle's gonna have to end tonight
i know you won't go without putting up a fight
but it's time to night-night, so turn out your night-light.
