Basically this is how it's going to be
I'm going to rap
And if you rap usually
When I rap, you shut the fuck up
You can clap when I'm done

Don't pigeon hole or type-cast me motherfucker
Quite nasty, white-nasty motherfucker
Who write nasty like hate mail
Well you ain't Quayle or Kate Beckinsale
North American overweight male
The more the merrier to motivate sales.
The show will take place on your face for talking
Dog these Timberland boots were made for walking
I don't make skater wrap dude
Later for that
Rob your Air-Jordans, your Oakland Raiders cap
Face the facts
Your crew ain't even street
They get cold feet while I shit, breath and eat
The shit you claim like it will get you fame
You should never forget from whence you came
Tooth-pick thick I could bench your frame
I own this pitch, I'll pay rent today

Yeah, yeah
Birdapres y'all
He's acting uncivilized
He comes to my house he takes of his shoes
He has great table manners
This is way out of character
Someone must have really pissed him off
McEnroe y'all
Word up


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