A-a-a-a-all you li’l faggots can suck it No home, but I’ma stick it to ‘em like refrigerator magnets And I’m crooked enough to make straitjackets bend Yeah, look who’s back again, bitch, keep actin’ as if You have the same passion that I have Yeah, right, still hungry, my ass You assdicks had gastric bypass Ain’t hot enough to set fire to dry grass And ’bout as violent as hair on eyelids (Eyelash!) Go take a flyin’ leap of faith off a fuckin’ balcony ‘Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass You know what time it is, so why ask? When Shady and Nicki’s worlds class It’s (high class) meets (white trash)