[Lil' Fame and Billy Danzini]

You fake rappers get the boot

Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot

I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy

Don't fuck around and make me catch a batty boy

You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta

You niggas don't want it with the Famester

Bringin it to you gon' be the last, kid

I'm ready to blast, kid

Aiyo, let's take it to they ass, kid

Billy Danz, the o.g.

The nigga that you fake-ass gangstas can't see

I'm willin to die for my respect

If I have to I will let

So I walk with a fifth and I pray to a fuckin tec

In '93 I calmed down

But now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gased

Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty

Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy

Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat

Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street

You niggas ain't livin trife

And rappers that's claimin that they underground

I put they ass under ground for life

Wait, I'ma set that ass straight

Herbs only perpetrate

But look, my burner don't discriminate

All race, creed, shape, breed

Anytime's fine with me

You fuckin f.a.g.