My lyrics for those of you that can't hear it.
Who the hell is the cartoon character Lil Rebel//
he ain't even got no bass in his voice it's only treble//
you ain't even on my level, go treat your acne//
or until your balls drop stop trying to attack me//
plus you're the weakest one in your group//
ya mama's callin so go and eat your Campbells chunky soup//
I'm understandin that you're tryin to deal//
but if you fuck with Sav I'm gonna have your cannons loose for real//
Lil Rebel drinkin milk I'm old enough to sip vodka//
the pic in your sig looks like a broke Silkk the Shocker//
you came in claimin to be a rebel you're a follower//
and I'll be damned if you're a spitter, you're a swallower//
I'll Twist your shit like Oliver or Linda Blair//
now put your skinny ass arms in the air//
determined, exterminatin you cats like euthanasia//
not defeatin more like eating you "cats" like youth-in-Asia//
make me run up in The Manors and teach you some//
keep bumpin em I'll make it so your teeth don't reach ya gums//
beat you bums like a runaway slave//
put my gun away you're soft s Faye Dunaways' legs//
I ain't even gotta rhyme to destroy you//
go visit Neverland you sweet little boy you//
Michael Jacksons' bound to molest you in a tent//
you're like 50 Cents new protege inno-Cent//
tough talk about guns not knowing the calibre//
I'm a felon, I'll bust your whole melon like Gallagher//
go out and pick your own switch Mr. Rebellious//
knowing your soft as an office full of Azaleas//
sweet as a sandbox full of poprocks//
I woulda been your pops if the dog didn't cock block//
I'd be whoopin you and you couldn't slap back//
standin at your stove butt nekkid flippin flap jacks//
The last line is a reference from the movie Baby Boy when Ving Rhaimes was in Tyrese's kitchen making breakfast after he fucked his mom.
