Look at ya with ya Joe Dirt wearing mullet
Get out if ya can't take it
Life's what you make it
It ain't botox you can't fake it
Face looks smashed by a skillet
Your looks are whack
From smokin' that crack
That smack will give ya a heart attack
With yo face down behind ya back
Now look at yourself, ya look stupid in ya prison cell all alone
Just like da players on death row
Now ya more popular than Marilyn Monroe
Cept now not in a good way 'n it's gettin' low
Watch me from behind the glass as I walk away from da phone
Got betta things to do like go and live my life so I gotta let ya go
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