I don't know what you heard about me But I ain't no cheapskate like Fiddy My chains have more brains than you see I can swear, I'm not L.I.M.P You got fiddy cells in your brain And your raps are always so lame You got a fifty millimetre dick You're a P.R.I.C.K. (Prick) Hey, wimp, you've not heard of me yet, but you're gonna You think you're so fucking great, but you are nada With your dead animals, crap trainers and havanas You make bling bling look like some out of date bananas Don't like your style, Fiddy Cells, I'll tell you why You say something in fifty words, instead of ten, why? Your raps make me ashamed to be a rapper They just don't cut the mustard and they're getting crapper You'd think with Eminem and Dr Dre You would really have something big to say But your words are lil, like your lil dick You're all mouth, no trousers and you give the appearance of being a little thick Which is a shame 'cause I really wanna like ya With your hood background and all, don't wanna fight ya But I gotta get this shit right on the table The girls you diss are worth more than your sable Your dead chincilla, I pity it man There's more class in my dad's fish and chip van You keep repeating that you're VIP But from you here, you look a little L.I.M.P. You got fiddy cells in your brain And your raps are always so lame You got a fifty millimetre dick You've a P.R.I.C.K. (Prick). Yeah, you're a monster and a gangster and a wanksta Despite what you say, your raps are really ranksta If this rap shit is so easy, why canstya It's a God given gift, so God thankstya 'Cause you ain't got it like Eminemmylou I can spit these flames ten times hotter than you There's no question that I can rap better Richer, smarter, bigger, quicker and fitter So you're amoral, you want power at any cost Those women in bikinis look to me a trifle lost Why can't they say motherfucking fuck you I don't like pimps and I don't like you You think women like your style and gushing smile If I saw you coming, I would run eight mile I'd get my own money and buy me ten benz Like J Lo and Christina Aguilera need no menz Not saying don't get rich cause rich is wicked 'Cause I'm the richest bitch in business, got you licked We both make our riches making raps Only difference is mine are great and yours are.... I don't know what you heard about me But I ain't no cheapskate like you Fiddy My chains have more brains than you, see I can swear, I'm not L.I.M.P. You got fiddy cells in your brain And your raps are always so lame You've got a fifty millimetre dick You're a P.R.I.C.K. (Prick). I tell you my idea of P.I.M.P. A slave-owner with an IQ of 50p So if you wanna get friendly back with me You've gonna have to stop being L.I.M.P. I don't know what you heard about me But I ain't no cheapskate like you Fiddy My chains have more brains than you, see I can swear, I'm not L.I.M.P. You got fiddy cells in your brain And your raps are always so lame You've got a fifty millimetre dick You're a P.R.I.C.K. (Prick). You're just 50 p brain, that's what you are...
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