Bigs Gavino is a dullard, that's correct because he's fucking stupid
Argument concluded, our friendship is now ruined

You listened to an Australian, you're a damn doofus
I hate your guts and your thought process is putrid

A 90s style rapper, huh? that's some bluff
Biggie would roll in his grave if he heard that stuff

We were cool together, you were somebody I could trust
But then that shithead had to go and mess it up

You listened to a liar and my respect for you caught fire
Who is he, the town crier? The situation wasn't dire

He had to conspire some bullshit to turn you over
You treat him as a highflier and treat me like a pushover

For your faggotry, he worked as a goddamn amplifier

I'm sorry man, but you're the one who made me salty
I think you need to get it checked out because your brain is faulty

Let's go about this smoothly, relaxing jazz and what not
Oh who am I kidding, my yelling resonates like a gunshot

The guilt hit me like a booster shot, dude
Tell me now, what the hell did I do to you?

I hit you with the mac and I hit you with the dez-e
When your idiocy comes around, it feels sort of heavy
My words flow a-plenty, smooth like cooked spaghetti
Yet I can never be steady because the end of this makes me all sweaty