You know what?

Whoever's listenin' to this phone conversation

Y'all tell Jermaine that he ain't about shit, okay? Okay?

I know y'all listenin' that he don't even listen to this shit

But you make sure that he listens to my messages

Because he's not shit anyways

Ayo, this is the evil Star from Star & Bucwild

Original Haters, lookin' for JD

Or should I say, uh, Jurassic Dwarf

Ay, what's with you, man?

I hear you got some garbage comin' out called "Instructions"

You can't be serious, man

Let me tell you somethin'

I'm not tryna hear from you and your sidekick Lil Chow Chow no more

You understand me, man?

Let me explain somethin' to you, man

I want you right back where you belong, son, you understand?

Up on the stage dancin', lotta tight Lee's and feathers and shit hangin' from your ponytail, man

Hmm, "Money Ain't a Thang"

Hell, Jigga, he can catch it, too, man

Oh, and that MTV Cribs, shit

Let me tell you somethin', son

If I ever see you on TV again talkin' about Bentleys and bitches

I'ma put some dental floss around your fuckin' neck, man, and drag you through Decatur, Augusta, and Roswell

You understand me, playa playa?

Let me tell you somethin', man

Don't take this message personal right here, man

It's just, you know, I just got hate in my fuckin' blood, man