hola, nicola
i'm here to show ya
how to really drop rhymes sweet like cola

sick like ebola
i spit like a cobra
you have word fails

may as well have a roll of
tape on your mouth 'cause you've got no flows
while you're at it maybe cover up your nose

it doesn't fit in one area code
you could wake up, and smell every rose
but i'm soundly asleep when i watch your videos

almost made it through one once, got pretty close
but then you went and put on some women's clothes
and i was like, "ooh, that outfit doesn't really flatter his wrists..."


it's funny you should mention my brows
i feel bad, son

put yours together and you still wouldn't have one
maybe all the hair migrated south
you've got something going on under your mouth

yo, what you trying to hold up with that strap thing?
while you're rapping i just watch it flapping
you might look better in a goatee

but probably not, mr. nicola foti
and by the way, a foti is an herb in the shape of a naked man
word, your hair's like curly fries, eat it 'til i feel full

so scratchy, use it instead of steel wool
that means, not only is it delicious
i use it to clean itself off my dishes

and that's just weird man...that's just weird

so in summation

your chinstrap's dirty
love your dresses, but you just aren't curvy
and whatever you say, it can't hurt me

'cause guess what, bro
you live in new jersey