(So this little punk fucker I gotta face in two days wanna try to rip some shit, he thinks he being all cool, he just a fucking fool, so I guess its time to show him how its done, roll up and make him run, heh. He trying to woo his lady, he just a wannabe brady...man, fuck it, I gotta tear into that fucker.)

"Hey look Danny, you'se a damn jobber
go fishing and you be the bobber
fucking punk, ya spew some shit
ya think ya something, got no grit
you a fake ass whore, you can't hang
this my gig, your girl can suck my fang
Peppa is who she be, fake ass trick
she can bow her ass down and suck my dick
I gonna beat yo ass, known ya round
then take yo girl out back and pound
tap that ass and leave her panties down
you come around with a fucking frown
Beat my ass, son, ya can't hold my jock
you got no skill, go beat off in a sock
get the fuck off and go back to Walmart
Ya goddamn flunkie, ya not even on the chart
You got no future in the ring
and when the bell go ding
I'm a beat yo ass
now I'm out to go smoke some grass

See ya Wednesday ya little fucker and tell yo girl I'll be ready to show her a real cock and a hell a good time...bitches!"

(Alright, so now I gotta roll...up a fucking joint, damn, I gotta go find some first I guess, better get my ass to my boys place, I'm outta heere, maybe I get some beer.)