You know what? Whoever listening to this goddamn phone conversation

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

Y'all listen that he don't ever listen to shit, but you make

Sure that he listen to my messages because he's not shit anyways

Ayo, this is Evil Starr from Starr and Buckwild, original

Haters, fuckers to JD, or should I say, uh, Jurassic Dwarf

Hey, what's up with you, man? I hear you got

Some garbage coming out called Instructions

You can't be serious, man, let me tell you something

I'm not trying to hear from you and your sidekick

Lil' Chow Chow no more, you understand me, man?

Let me explain something to you, man, I want you

Right back where you belong, son, you understand?

Up on the stage dancing around in tight jeans with

Feathers and shit hanging from your ponytail, man

Only in a thing, man, hell, Judgey, he can catch you too, man

Oh, and that's that, uh, that MTV Cribs

Shit, let me tell you something, son

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

I'ma put some dental floss around your fucking

Neck, man, and drag you through Decatur, Augusta

And Roswell, you understand me, player player?

Let me tell you something, man, don't take this message personal right

Here, man, it's just, you know, I just hate my fucking blood, man