Better Keep Her From Me, Before You Get Ya Broad Took,
You Keep Her Bummy, I Throw Shoes At Her Like George Bush,
Got Ya W**** Hooked, But N**** I Dont Treat A Trick,
She Knockin At My Door, No Candy Jus Feed Her D***,
She Sure Gonna Swolla So I'll Call Her Tomorra,
She Fourth Floor Wit 4 Of My Dogs, We Call Her Pinata,
And We Dont Talk, I Jus Score, And Drop Her Off At McDonalds,
You At The Mall, Trickin Off, Bought Her All Of That Prada,
these illegitimate lyricists are irritant/
half them niggas need a spell check, either that or they really illiterate/
the kid's killin it, and by it i mean ya girlfriend's bus-i-ness/
oh thought i meant the freestyle, yup that too come to think of it/
Im practically half human, half amusing, half ruthless/
Half mutant, has done it, has to do it, stupid, I talk rap music/
Act like you don’t know, scratch ya head and act clueless/
Dumb nusaince thought I asked for ya two cents, to me its useless/
Im da meaning of lyricist, murder my oponent lyrically
like david slayed Goliath and them got damn philisteens
ya momma speaking tongues, my flow got her spiritually
shaking like metaphors knocc on doors every delivery
bring storms of crazy heat like da month of may weather
undisputed im a champ that'll slay may-weather
if you da meaning of lyricist, then lyrically educate 'em/
cuz if not, i'll bring the rain and just easily decimate 'em/
then i'll desecrate 'em, take the bones once i separate 'em/
then feed em to the dogs, let the er try to resuscitate 'em/
cuz im from da borough where them gangstas boogie/
so dont act clueless if you catch more stitches than a champion hoody/
certain cats talkin macs and uzis/
excuse me, but water pistols and props only pass for movies/
like you the type of n**** that'll pop off/
hit the microwave button, the only thing you ever pop is popcorn/
Everybody think they got hot rhymes, just like a*******
but just like heath ledger overdosin, here is where your casket will close
Your headed to grave, six feet deep
cause you thought you were hot as s*** like Robert Deniro in Heat
You got niggas on the left and right side of you, tellin you that you're hot
but truth is, they just as weak as you are, and they couldn't spot a shoe string if it was tied in a Knot
These little niggas runnin around, with tight jeans on and s***, claiming to be tough,
the only thing they tough at, is letting other little f** niggas hit them in the butt.
It's 09 now, it's a new year, new era, new day, new swagg
So stop that I wanna be Wayne s***, and Man Up you f**!!
you know I, bring the PAIN everytime i ROCK,
you call it INSANE but i call it my DROP,
stereo aint STOCK you can feel the KNOCK,
outside McCAIN, inside BARACK!
ya'll dancing around these four bars
like rejects from fame
but when i am superstar
stands up they'll remember my name
cause like tiger woods i'm on par
i'm a hit and i'm taking over the game
the ball in the hole traveled far
so bye bye birdie i got impeccable aim
barnie rubble i wouldn't let you drive my car
cause you've got no feet to take it far
your legs have been kicked out from under you
now you're at the field goal line and can even launch it through
i am foxy and all, yes indeed, i am betty boop
you're bebe's kid i can see your pants and your pampers droop
you think you are a part of the g unit stoop
just cause you were once down with the boy scout troop