Blah Blah

I see your first priorities are discussin' me
at Micky D's at about half three
While you're munching on your Quarter Pounder with cheese
chatting about me and my abilities, like
"S.O.V. you're shit!"
"S.O.V. can’t spit!"
"S.O.V. just quit!"
Aw, whatever, don’t talk with your mouth full!
While you're discussing me, it’s all publicity.
Even if you can't stand me your still dashing my name around the city.
It's all good though, publicity for free!
White midget, uh huh might fidget
Somebody just dialed my digits
"S.O.V., you're no one" Hmm, is it?
Flattered by the way that you use your credit
you fed it and you said it that I'm nobody
Well, if I'm nobody then why are you ringing me?!
You drained your credit that’s killing it
Well my style, you sure you're ain't feeling it?
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
(What we tell dem?)
In one ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating yourself like you got a stutter
With all your mutter like reh reh reh rah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
All your words in my brain are turning into clutter
Repeating yourself like you got a stutter
With all your mutter like reh reh reh rah
People want to classify me as an Eminem,
but hear what I'm a different kind of specimen
Just because I be a white Caucasian
Doesn't mean me and him are the same because
One, I'm not American and
Two, I'm not a man
Three, I'm coming through with a different kind of plan.
Set the facts straight 'cause I know that I can.
Purely heavyweight 'cause I do the whole shebang.
Categories... I don’t fit into any
(Why?)
I'm on so many styles I'm on many
I'm writing up more lines than Burberry
and dealing with beats like a victim of a bully.
(SPITS)
Make them drink my saliva off the floor
that spit I spat
when I walked in the door
released my metaphor
like "Cor, blimey, it's the while girl S.O.V.!"
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
(What we tell dem?)
In one ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating yourself like you got a stutter
With all your mutter like reh reh reh rah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
All your words in my brain are turning into clutter
Repeating yourself like you got a stutter
With all your mutter like reh reh reh rah
I know you don't boast about me over your Sunday roast
or your mid-morning cheese on toast,
but when I found out you'’ve been talking
it's all different you start squawking,
“"S.O.V. I never said that!"”
“"S.O.V. you know you ain't whack!"”
“"S.O.V. I love your track”!"
Well what the fuck you want bitch a pat on the back?
A blahbarian equals a soon to be beg-friend,
'cause a beg-friend is an ex-blahbarian.
And they only start caring when you're preparing the next big rhythm
that every deck is blaring.
and "Oh fuck, I got posh people swearing!"
The rich, the poor, the snobs, the whores
Oh dear, Blahbarians galore!
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
(What we tell dem?)
In one ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating yourself like you got a stutter
With all your mutter like reh reh reh rah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
All your words in my brain are turning into clutter
Repeating yourself like you got a stutter
With all your mutter like reh reh reh rah