Undisputed (Co-Starring Floyd Money Mayweather) - Ludacris (卢达·克里斯)

Written by：Ivory Joe HunterDon CannonBeatrice VerdiChristopher Bridges

Luda: Back up on dat a**

Back to put rappers on one knee like they bout to run 100 meter dash

Bow down to greatness

Before i get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers

Covered all my bases straight no chasers

Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of glacers

Titanic flow Titanic dough

Women on my nuts like"Where da Titanic go"

I been scourin' da earth

Makin' my fans catch da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church

And the fat lady singin' it's ova for you rappers

Can't none of yall bust your just sacs full of semen

And I got da women screamin'

And they could catch my balls on any given sunday like my name's Willy Beaman

Or LL Cool so if ya boyfriend thinks your loyal to his a** then he's a motherf***in fool

Got jewels on my pinky jewels on my wrist

Iconic status and his name is Ludacris

B**ch please you messin wit some real O G's

Wit million dolla whips dat I ship from overseas

Got a pocket full of G'z

And the inconvenient truth is that the ozone is back cuz I been smokin' all da trees

The globe is warmin' up when we fire up the blunt

And put it in the air like Evil Knievel stunts

Wat you want from me I got pistols for da haters

Ya fam will be in black like the playin' for da Raiders

And ya music isn't favored

And DJ's they neva bring it back like when you go and borrow somethin' from ya neighbor

Like a cup full of sugar a rope full of salt

The name of my car insurance is YO F***IN FAULT

And if you sittin on chrome

I'll call up my boys and have you stripped of ya medals like Marion Jones ni**a

Luda: Back up on da scene

Back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins I got the hammer in my jeans

Call me Mr Fixit

Barrel hotter than a fresh batch of home-made buttermilk biscuits

A-tisket a-tasket a custom-made casket

Luda leaves intruders stretched out like gymnastics

And acrobatics I'm superstar status

The mouth of the South like gangsta grillz you bastard

The international traveler

And I may not be much to you but I'm the sh*t out in Africa

So put ya fist up

Even the statue of liberty lit a flame for the way that I lit my wrist up

You can't compete wit me

I got 'em stuck like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet wit me

And then I broke free

I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston become **-free

I'm the baddest mother shut it like Shaft was

Leavin' rappers wit headaches like bad ***

They shoulda warned ya

You got defeated by the heat but eh we'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya

So Cater coroner

I'll show up to yo funeral wit some gators like I'm fresh outta Florida

Call me the swamp thing

Yall headed in the wrong direction like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train

So don't f**k wit it

I'm sendin' lyrical bullets right at ya dome f**k niggaz betta duck wit it

Or else you stuck wit it

You'll get stalked so bad you'll leava da scene thinkin eight Young Buck's did it

But not in Cashville

You lost yo feelin' like comin down off X chasin' effects of yo last pill

You f***in Daffy Dill You's a Daffy Duck

And I'm the undefeated champ yall niggas suck