[Intro]

What Are You Fucking Nuts?

(Laughing...)

You Thought...

[Verse 1 Whale Scott]

Am ready yeh to face up

Any Nigga in the game

Now you know Nigga

Things will be the same

Niggas will be Running

Chasing bitchies cuz I came

You be screaming fuck

The fame knowing that

You're lame you don't

Really make a difference

Man you got no aim

[Verse 2: Whale Scott]

Let's talk about the things

That you might never ever get Gold cheese Nigga am

Talking about a cheque

Sleeping on ice tripping

On the Price Dissin emtee

Enough about that jumping

On the Stage nah you bouncing on a dick you say you gettingpaid but yo mama issa Stripper Go to the Club

Get yo mama on the Pole

Yo bitchies & yo mama

They will never get along

Thinking you the shit Nigga

You are just a Cum if

You gonna diss yeh you

Better watch tounge 3.6.6

Scotty on the Run yhow

I got the cheese if you

Wanna have fun middle

Fingers up what it is

Wuss up Call me big wille

Gettin through the Hustle

Never Underestimate the

Power of a God Imma tell

You everything you want

& what you got

[Verse 3: Whale Scott]

Nigga you the Cum that yo Mama

Should have swallowed

I am not a preacher but

Am sure you feel my verses

If you can't kill the mic Nigga

Yeh don't fuck with it

Imma body bag you my

Future is yo Death you a

Bitch nigga suck yo own

Fuckin Dick you whack like

You getting paid not to be

So whack dissing me is like

Telling God to suck dick

You can't fuck with me on

Some Lyrical shit I freestyle sick! my songs are retarded

Imma slap the taste outta

You you better Run don't

Forget to pray for yo mama

Yeh she bad you only see

Dicks Nigga yeh you cock

Eyed