"Hey yo. Hey yo.

It's Dick E. T with that post traumatic--

Stressful flow.

First things first, there's some shit you two oughta know.

Tommy Wish, you ain't shit, and yo ass gots to go.

Come in here with your whack ass rhymes.

I should slap the shit outta you .

But the Army looks down on hate crimes.

Were you even tryin' to pin the midget? Your ass is .

And that shit you tried to talk? Boy don't get me started.

Now Frodo, the homo, you still make me sick.

Don't be getting cocky, I hold more clout in my dick.

While you spent your formative years, chillin' in buttholes.

I was killing Japs and Cong, smoking blunts in a foxhole.

Since you're such a stickler for rules, and doin' the right thing.

I think we'll get turnt up, and make this exciting.

24 hours? That shit is for pusscakes.

Lets cut that shit in half, see if you still got what it takes.

12 hours, you that's that you get now.

Before another braindead cock blower comes to give you a beatdown."