Il testo della Ugly

(chamillionaire)
Smack the face off ya face, and that's all it takes
For me to make butter-boy, take my verse off his tapes
Koopa's iced out, lights reflect off the face
Prolly could cough on a plate and make frosted flakes
Ladies like me, me speakin' like a walkin' baby
Yall niggas is lady-like like a walkin' lady
You may not watch mtv or carson daly
But you can watch them tv's in my car son daily
Caught ya baby, in a akward position
She was missin' but when you found her, her panties were missin'
Tryed to snatch the chain like a ice crispy treat
And snap, crackle, pop til' ya drop and hit the street
Mmm, i don't think you wanna get faybe in a bad look
Get ya jag took, beef in a minute he's a bad cook
There will never be a true happy ending like a bad book
When you keep tryin' to subtract all my dollars like a math book
Act a ass, look..me and gu-u in a true blue;
Denali prolly while you probably lookin' for a new boo
Thuggin' wit lewis too, not just 'cause he can rap
But 'cause he can wrap his knuckles around ya neck and snap
Oops call a ambulance
You boys don't have a chance
Bust shots at the ground just to make ya family dance
Sittin' crooked on my rims, damn..did i say rims
Damn..did it again, aww man watch you in

(slim thug - talking)