[Verse 1]
Oh, hi! Sorry to keep you waiting
But unleashing my rhymes upon you is something I've heavily been debating
I’ve wanted to hold myself back, but a moment ago I said “Frick it”
I won't go overboard just yet though, so I hope you'll still be able to deal with it
You probably thought I was scared to reply, you probably thought I was a chicken
But c’mon Chazer, that's not like me, this shit ain't finger-licking
But I've got the recipe for success
Here are four ways for you to suck less
Tuck your shirt in
Listen in class
Pull up your fricking trousers
And finally mate, get your parents together
They live in different flipping houses
C'mon man, you shouldn't have sent for me
I mean really Chazer, there's no way you can step to me
‘Cause I'd be able to fuck you up quicker
Than Muhammad Ali would if you called him a ni-
Woah, wait, I can’t say that
But I can say one thing - you’re plain crap
Aye aye cap, you think you can rap?
I've heard better disses from Take That!

[Verse 2]
Woah woah now, look who’s returned
Stay away from me, kid, or you will get burned
My raps are as excellent as Mr. Burns
Let's play Countdown - it's my turn
I'll take a vowel and two consonants
Actually, fuck it, three won’t hurt
I've got an E, an R, an N, and a D for dirt
Put them together, and what's the word
It perfectly describes you - you're a cheap little nerd
Well, maybe not perfectly
I could've been harsher, but I didn't want it to hurt, you see
You call yourself a thug, but motherfricker I'm Hercules
I'm not even trying, but could still bury you on a verse with ease
But for a while longer though, I'll keep acting mercifully
Certainly, none of your disses could bring the hurt to me
All they did was give me a chuckle
And now you're caught up in a big kerfuffle
You couldn't get laid if you owned a bruffle
Shit, oh-oh, I mean a brothel
You and your dad live inside a hostel
Careful sonny-boy, I might get hostile
It's the end of the verse so I'll see you in a while
But you ain't no gosh darn crocodile