[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
For Christ's sake
Lay off it
[Verse 1: Troy Powers]
Yo, my rhymes are ill as hell
And there ain't no remedy
But your lame raps s** more a**
Than a roomful of Kayla's enemies
All she and Natalee do is tell me
That I need to s** their a**es
And between Starbucks and Panera
They're the whitest girls in the ma**es
But in the greatest charade or facade
In all the history of the Pet**p*torap game
And that's saying a lot, is the part
Where I never hated Kayla or Nat
And if you can't see that clearly
Then you're as blind as a bat
Or a little miniature pinscher
After a showdown with a cat
Cause Treyla, Trat, and Treylalee
Are all ships you'd never imagine
And even though I don't believe they'd happen
I'd think the throbbing teen fans
Will be absolutely ecstatic
To find that there ain't even real beef
Between me, Kayla, and Nit-Nat-Nit
So before you start sending d**h threats
Stop dead in your tracks
Because if there's nothing else to say
Then I'd like you to (s** my a**)