You don't understand, the lyrics I got planned,
they will blow your mind, so dude lets rewind.
Back to when your rhymin had timin,
or maybe you thought that cus your mama was lyin.
She said you would be a rapper, bigger than Eminem,
but all your really good at is screwin big fat men.
You should see, you can't beat me, so give it up, Mr Caliente,
your name says your hot, but the truth is your not.
So stop all this play acting before someone gets shot.
Drop the mic son, you ain't got what it takes,
your like Michael J. Fox, g..g.ivin me the shakes.
Because I don't know what your sayin, is it meant to offend.
It ain't working, so don't give up your day job my friend.
The internet and FA is calling to you,
so you better runn and get your tube sock from your shoe.