[Brandon Mychal Smith]

Here we go again,

Prepare to meet your end.

Just looked you up on Facebook,

You have zero friends.



This kid's a loser,

You haven't even kissed a girl.

You write her love letters,

I'll buy her ice and pearls.



So how you like me now?

Even Roxanne is in the background

Saying "Wow, Bling's got style."



I'm off the gold chain

If you a rapper then why is Kris your backup?

Dancer like an ex from Soul Train



I see your mommy and your daddy in the front row

They must be embarrassed for you bro

You're not a real MC

You should quit hip hop

Now be a good busboy and go get your mop



[Tyler James Williams]

Bling, you don't wanna battle,

You're the snake without the rattle.

You're the boat without the paddle,

You're the duck without the wadle.



You're the horse without the saddle,

The ranch without the cattle.

The day without the shadow,

Son, I think you should skedaddle.



King Grapple

Sayonara punk

Arrive Derci

What language do I have to say

For you to hear me clear-ly?



Adios amigo,

You're over with, finito.

This clown couldn't wrap anything,

But my burrito.



[Brandon Mychal Smith]

You have to hold your mommy's hand,

Before you cross the street.

You have to sneak out the house,

Just to clean and sweep.



And now you look queasy,

I made him go mute.

Put your camera phones up,

So you can post this on YouTube.



Truth's got a screw loose,

He's terrified to bust.

So lightweight,

That I could blow him over with a gust.



You're weak like Seven Days,

You deserve boos.

You should walk around in some high heel shoes.

Shoot.



You should rock pigtails and