Dis Track Ted
Can spit lyrics till his face turns red
And he's darker than a burnt match head
Oh, hip hop fiends get Dis Track Ted

Hip Hop Beefs
Sells more music than a WAP that quiefs
They can pull up sales but not their briefs
Oh, Dis Track Ted loves Hip Hop Beefs

He talks all this crap
In his raps till ears have bled
He'll say something ill
So that we'll get Dis Track teh eh eh ed

Dis Track Ted
Tries to pretend he's got street cred
He runs his mouth like a cheap moped
Oh, follow me I'm Dis Track Ted

He ain't hundred proof
Shot the hoofs of thee Miss Lead
Don't believe the hype
Hip hop types get Dis Track teh eh eh ed

Dis Track Ted
Might be their golden goose when he's dead
And the tax man knows how he gets fed
Oh, IRS gets Dis Track Ted
Yo, yo, yo, yo smh...