Chris:

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

Justin:

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

Chris:

Wait a minute J, are you tellin' a lie?
Or do ya wanna be a @#%$ and make a brotha cry?
Man, all those times you said I was funny--

Justin:

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

JC:

Yo get off the mic, J, it's time to get real
My timbs, and my baggy jeans, y'all wanna feel
I'm a sexy mofo, and I know for a fact
No one can mess wit' me because 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 looks 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 @#%$, 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 blond!

Justin:

Yo Lansten, wuz up wit dat, you dissin the curl?
Don't be so @#%$y, 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 out of here, @#%$, who said you could sing?

Chris:

My name's Chris, and man, I'm funny!
All the girls want me just 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 Busta, he crapped in Justin's bunk
I guess J didn't think that was very crunk.
Ha ha, get it? I crack myself up!
And everybody loves me now 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 with the acrylics and the body glitter?
Who do you think you are, wearing all that pleather?

Heather:

Listen good, @#%$, 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 kidding, 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 nothing, 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.