Lyrics:

These guys can't be serious right here
Stan and Mini-Me
A.K.A. I hope he ain't
The one you fight with

Ayo, this nigga's mad corny and ain't got no skills
'Cause he's alright, but he's not real
Don't mean to hurt your feelings, but you'll never get a deal
'Cause he's alright, but he's not real
You're a needle in a haystack, I'm the don, the city slicker
Forget cows, we'll milk your moms lil' titties, nigga
Porn elixir, thought he wasn't?
Bet this nigga end up havin' kids wit' his cousin
Half-retarded my number-one fan be like
'Duh-duh-duh-duh—!' That means Fat Joe's the man
And you're a liar in denial
Kill yo' ass quicker than I died in 'Empire'
How dare you want to joust with me?
Lookin' like you dyin' of SARS or mad cow disease
You fake B-Rabbit, out to battle me
8 Mile's down the road, the farm's that away
*drops the mic*

(*Plays harmonica note*)
Bitch (*Plays lower harmonica note*)
Ho (*plays harmonica notes*)
Now everybody in the 202
Throw your hands in the air cause Fat Joe is screwed
Now everybody in the 202
Throw 'em up- check it out

I'm a white boy, but my neck is red
I put Miracle Whip on my Wonder Bread
My face is pale, nah, I've never been in jail
Me and Buffy spend every winter in Vail
How many bitches have I slapped? Zero
Uh, and Martha Stewart happens to be my hero
I grew up on a farm and I was born with no rhythm
Dr. Phil's my uncle and I like to hang with him
I can't dance, I wear khaki pants
My middle name's Lance, my grandma's from France
So maybe I'm wack 'cause my skin ain't black
But you can't talk smack 'cause whitey just struck back
*drops the mic*