Lyrics
It’s same old me, I thought I earned respect by now but I guess you’ll never see/
what I can’t rap, you decide to email me but don’t leave your address for me to write back/
what you think your comments effect me, when really they don’t/
your too fucking pussy to be known, so you write me as what@what so I could never strike fuck/
this little bitch who’s too afraid to say who he is, writes anonymous shit cause it’s probably some dick head rapper that can’t spit/
or some wanna be who I dissed, and I’m fed up of these fruitcakes coming out at christmas/
here is a ho ho fucking ho, guess what even if you bend below your chimney santa will know/
you hope he comes racing down and just happens to blow a load, pull up your pants you homo/
I’m so tired of having to write songs to these little mother fucking fools/
when they decide they wanna write hate mail and address it you know who/
fucking computer nerd sitting around freckled with his glasses glaring and one buck tooth/
well here’s to you
Chorus
This is a little fucking quitter, bitch who’s bitter/
the runt of the litter, pissed off at someone who’s bigger/
quicker, someone with talent, when he’s a talent-less spitter/
If I were you I’d be jealous too, you lethargic mother fucking chowder head... who knew/
you end the way you are, found ugly and as a retard... it’s the way you were born/
raised by two chimps you call mom and mom cause I bet your daddy split that’s why you’re so angry kid/
that’s why you grave the attention and like your ass licked, but even though you have some fantasy deep inside... get off my dick!/
This is sick that I have to waste my time on a fat head like this, reason I don’t mention his name is cause he’s a frightened bitch/
so next time you wanna diss me sign your name... then we’ll settle this the right way me diggin your grave/
so call mase, not cause he can rap maybe he’ll say a prayer while I slap you in the face cause if you don’t like me music you obviously ain’t got no taste/
so you wanna talk tough meet me in a back alley, get off your knees... what are you doing stop tryna grab me/
this is my dick, don’t touch it... so if anyone wants to contact this bitch call him at 1-800-let me suck your dick/
this song is the reason I’m the one person you don’t fuck with/
Chorus
This is a little fucking quitter, bitch who’s bitter/
the runt of the litter, pissed off at someone who’s bigger/
quicker, someone with talent, when he’s a talent-less spitter/
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