first off who the fuck is this dude named young scrape/he's a nobody someone who couldnt afford bape/so this fag took a brush and alot of finger paint/threw it on a plain hoody and called that shit his cape/how the fuck u come dissin superstars/honsetly i think u a faggot and sweeter than candy bars/i no im not out but dam sho better than u/runnin ya trap while wearin shaq on the side of ya shoes/its funny how kanye and pharrell didnt retaliate/well of course your slow and u couldnt spell bape/but its ok cuz i heard ya little song/u had to be high as hell yea suckin on a bong/i mean tokin smokin all day and night long/but yo song made clear that wasnt the only thing u was suckin on/yea u dick ryder/i dont even no u and still coward behind u/u lost and i dont think no one will ever find you/ill hot not even smooth/broke as hell makin song songs in his room/any one who picks at him is sure to feel doom/hell come out side and cahse u wit is broom/look fuck boy this rite here is a lesson to learn/dont talk about people who make more of wat u earn/u fuckin terd u stink/u got three holes inside u and thier color is pink/u a pussy who has a headache when he thinks/well while u pickin on rich folks im in my house enjoyin my choclaty drink/

~its ys and nobody does it better/cuz i stay focused like wayne wit his chedder/and i also get my cheese like chester/i get the most no not the lesser/my rhymes stay close to me like geeks and pocket protecters/niggas catch up/im my own group so i aint got to worry bout nuttin/besides when is my next cd is coming/i get numbers all day like a convicts arm/pick out the shorty i want then wrapped up close and get tighter than the cape on spawn/she gave me the cutty well she mowed my lawn/i got talent i can sit and write all day long/all i need is my pen my pad and a cellular phone/maybe not a phone people like to bother u when u writin a song/~

~im like a fuckin zoo hell na ya cant touch me/no i dont have a sore so u niggas cant rub me/5'7" and u niggas still not above me/----Dont fuck wit ya boy/or have ya legs broken like ya favorite toy/you niggas are fakes in other words decoy/my gun is worse than a parachute when they deploy/when it comes to this shit/yea i run this shit/my gat is called steven speilburg cuz it rolls the clip/no rehearsal/spray night and day cuz my bullets have no curfew/have u sitin down like a college redshirt you/step to the team dam right we gone murk you/you baby niggas get on my shoulders so i can burp you/-----Papa john always worried bout the dough/other niggas are gardeners cuz they worried bout a hoe/so if you talkin shit please son just stop/or you goin to sleep like the snooze on ya clock/i stay fly so i stay wit my flock/and i always stay high cuz i like being on top/~