First of all-who you think you are jackin all of my threads
Now you a rapper huh-you need to keep ya dog off ya legs
And see the truth is-I'm not really a rapper instead
I live reality-while half of yall are sleep in ya beds
I spit it casually-I'm happy that you think what you said
Could ever damage me-there's no such thing as beef on the net
And for the record-true MC's dont be typin on sites
I know a couple down the block-they'll recite you they life
And have you holdin back tears-cuz the hood is hood and burbs are burbs
Yall really dont deserve my words
Or my effort to make'em rhyme-but I'll serve you herbs
Just to prove to you I could shine-if the urge occurs
I could get at you at a meet-with ya ricer boys
I'll be pullin up with my peeps-we got nicer toys
I'm the one in the black coupe-with the shoes to match
Dont get me started with this flow shit-you dudes is wack