Chris:
Here's a little rhyme we gotta bust
About da 5 bad brothers for whom you lust
We made up the group in F-L-A
With Lansten, Christo, and Triple J

Justin:
My name is Justin Timberlake and I'm a hottie
All the girls love me 'cause I got the body
I give a little shimmy, I get a little thrust
Girls wanna hit it with me, I'm the object of their lust
I'm 6'3", even though Nick's taller
He's got 10 chins and I'm a badass baller
My hairs a bit curly, so what if it's true
A brother's gotta keep it real, what more can I do?
Even though my hair's big, I still keep it crunk
All the girlies say they wanna see my junk
I've got the hook up, I'm bangin' Britney Spears
I tell Chris I like him so that he'll buy me a beer

Chris:
Wait a minute, J, are you tellin' a lie?
Or do you wanna be a bitch and make a brother cry?
Man, all those times you said I was funny - - -

Justin:
Shut your mouth, Chris. You still got your money
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful, that ain't right
But hate me 'cause you can ride this shit all night
The name's JRT, you better recognize
I've got the best lookin' ass of these guys

JC:
Yo get off the mic, J, it's time to get real
My timbs and my jeans, y'all wanna feel
I'm a sexy mofo, and I know for a fact
No one can mess with me 'cause I'm on crack
I cruise all day and I score all night
Just 'cause I'm Christian don't mean I ain't tight
Even though I'm skinny, I'm still 100% man
I steal all the solos whenever I can
You may think it's whack I play jazz all day
But take a look at Lansten, that boy is gay

Lance:
Damn it JC, don't act like a prick
It ain't my fault I used to look like a chick
Now I'm MONEY, and I'm gettin' ASS
Say my name bitch, I'm Lance BASS
I might not be Clark Gable. I ain't James Bond
But now that Justin's roots grew in, I'm the token blonde!

Justin:
Yo Lansten, wuz up wit dat? You dissin' da curl?
Don't be so cocky, you still look like a girl

Joey:
My name's Joey and I'm not skeezy
I'm not fat, I'm not stupid, and I'm not easy
I've never had sex, or any such thing - - -

Justin:
Get outta here bitch, who said you could sing?

Chris:
My name is Chris, and man, I'm funny
All the girls want me because I have money
I play football and I can really tell a joke
Justin likes to club with me, and snort lines of coke
I've got a dog named Busta, he crapped in Justin's bunk
I guess J didn't think that, that was very crunk
Ha, ha, get it? I crack myself up
And everybody loves us because of my pup
I use my dog for attention, I'll admit that it's true
But now that I cut my hair, y'all love that too

Heather:
Hold up y'all, give a sista a damn break
Hand over the mic so I can set the record straight
This just ain't workin', take it from a girl
All this wannabe rappin's gonna make me hurl

JC:
Hold up woman, you sound straight bitter
What's up with the acrylics and the body glitter?
Who do you think you are wearin' all that pleather?

Heather:
Listen good, bitch. They call me Heather
Y'all ain't crunk and you don't have thug appeal
And no, I don't like it when JC keeps it real
Justin, who you kiddin' in that baby blue?
The guys at my school are better ballers than you
You're a bunch of white boys, and you sing POP
You can't rap for nothin', and it's time you STOP

Justin:
What you sayin' girl, you callin' me a failure?

Heather:
Baby, shut your mouth and let's head back to my trailer