-Bling-
Here we go again, prepare to meet your end
Just looked te up on Facebook, te have zero friends
This kid's a loser yo, he ain't even kissed a girl
te write her Amore letters I buy her ice and pearls
So how te like me now?
Even Roxanne's in the background saying 'Wow, Bling's got style'
I'm off the oro chain
If you're a rapper why is Kris your backup dancer
Like an extra on soul train
I see your mommy and your daddy in the front row
They must be embarrassed for te bro
You're not a real M.C.
te should quit hip-hop
Now be a good bus boy and go get your mop


-Cyrus-
Bling, te don't wanna battle
You're the snake without the rattle
You're the barca without the paddle
You're the anatra without the waddle
You're the horse without the saddle
The ranch without the cattle
The giorno without the shadow
Son, I think te should skedaddle, kick gravel
Sayonara punk arrivederci
What language do I have to say it in for te to hear me clearly
Adios amigo, you're over with, finito
This clown couldn't rap anything but my burrito


-Bling-
Kid, te have to hold your mommy's hand before te attraversare, croce the street
te have to sneak out the house just to clean and sweep
And now te look queasy, I made him go mute
Put your camera phones up so te can post this on YouTube
Truth's got a screw loose he's terrified to bust
So lightweight that I can blow him over with a gust
You're weak like Seven Days, te deserve boo's
te should walk around in some high-heeled shoes ha!
te should rock pigtails and a skirt
You're shaking in your boots
Are your feelings getting hurt?
Well, maybe I should hurt più than your feelings
Maybe I should rip the roof off the theatre ceiling
Maybe te should start kneeling his eyes are getting misty
You're so whack, if te were me te couldn't diss me
Kissy kissy Roxanne, did te miss me?
I'll take te out to cena after I've eaten this pipsqueak
And when we're on vacation I'll let him house sit
Here's a couple of bucks, buy yourself a better outfit


-Cyrus-
te know what? te don't have a stack of cash o a flashy pad
I saw te last week driving a taxi cab,
Your secret's out and now they know sport
We'll call te if we need a ride to an airport
In fact te can drop me off at home after this
Then te can take your couple bucks back but as a tip
You're playing yourself like Solitaire
Telling everyone that's here that you're a millionaire
You're not a baller, you're a phony
I bet your whole crew is a bunch of rent-a-homies
And now te lie in letto lonely, your persona's a façade
The only girls te get are in the pages of a cataloge
Here stands Lord of DaBluff
His lies were legendary till the truth made him hush
And what's funny is your truth is enough
Why'd te have to make up all the money and the stuff?
I guess it's easier to play the role and act hard
'Cause te don't have the guts to tell us who te really are
So te can keep a trophy that te don't deserve
I might be a bus boy but te just got served