Lyrics
(Gyfted Visits his psychiatrist)
"Well, Doc, I think I've got some sort of VD,"
No, I'm afriad what you've got is better known as PD,
"Is that because I give out blows jobs for a quarter,"
No, Mr. ... It's short for psychological disorder,
Your suffering from this common case where you think your the shit,
But you lack brain fluxuations and your toungue won't spit,
And your taking on more semen than a ho would permit,
In turn cupping more balls then a catchers mit,
And I know, I know, I know, you ain't no holla back girl,
It's hard for you to survive in the Man -made world,
Music has changed your life in so many ways,
First, you find out your insane, next you'll be rubbin' down gays,
You can call me doctor Sketch the way I fix these rap cliches,
These fool's that think their dope but their gettin no plays,
There's one in paticular that's harder to stomach, harder to tuck it,,
Harder to stomach then eating shit straight from a bucket,
I ain't never been so pissed off to be in a battle,
Against a jester who couldn't even hold his own with a rattle,
This kids a joke... and with some much that he's lacking,
Someone gift wrap this "gyft" cause I'm sending him packing,
Dude, looks like he's sad at us, Dude, Looks like a platapus,
That's only reason this dude... has to be mad at us,
Oh man, your face is a little bit shifted,
That's right, your mama told you, you were a little bit gifted
A little restarded, a little stupid, and far from expected
Your just some goofy little kid and far from respected,
Acting like your hard, but your softer then fruit from the south,
Only time he sounds hard is with a cock in his mouth
There’s no lyrics or punches that you could deploy,
That puts you past a CD with captain Kirk and Leonard Nimoy,
Knock you back on your gluteus maximus,
Tryin to react to this, you can't, it's just so factious,
Face the facts that your a rapping mishap,
The kind of dude who gets excited when he see's a leather strap, picture that,
Gyfted with another male, dominatrix,
Giving Gyfted kisses on his Jay-Z lips,
C'mon man, why do you seem so hostile,
With such an intriging face, you should learn how to smile,
Your the man of the house, we'll I'm about to break in,
And just like your girl man, you know that I'm takin' (taken)
Yo, Your under arrest, for facing the best,
Without a shred of evidence, that you can step to the test,
And even god can attest, that your a bitch, you faggot,
You might as well forfiet, so I don't have to step on a maggot,
Your my alter ego, I'll leave you up on a shelf,
Your just aomething I created to feel better about myself,
Beating down Emcee's, thats what I do to get lifted,
You ain't nothing special dawg, so why they calling you "gyfted",
