Lyrics
I heard he couldn't breed,
I heard he couldn't read,
I heard he listen to Creed,
Whata Bitch,
Man, he can't rap,
I heard he think he's black,
I seen 'em smokin crack,
Whata Bitch,
I seen him with tattoo's,
I heard they're stamp ons,
I seen him with Tampons,
Whata Bitch,
His clothes doesn't fit,
Look at the way he sits,
Why he buy fake tits?
Whata Bitch.
Ohhh hold up, you just won the lottery,
Who the hell thought you'd get the chance to face me,
Not me, you ain't no challenge see,
I'll snap back the head of this wanna be emcee,
Step to me with the winning mentality,
I'll knock you out Mortal Kombat style, Fatality,
Someone thought you'd win, that's just a fallacy,
Because it's time that reality faced reality,
How you always screamin "No Imitation",
Face it son, your no innovation,
Every rappers talkin that shit now,
Every track talkin bout how, but never wow'in the crowd,
Never stick to their vows, think you clean up this cloud?
Get loud fool, go ahead, do what you vowed,
Cause t he closest you'll ever come to a clean up job,
Is cleaning up the booths at a porno shop,
This kids not hard, this kids just a whiner,
Even a group of feminists would call you vagina,
Oh no, layin him out with the insults,
I can't stop man, they comin out this pencil,
You illeterate bastard, yadda yadda, something bout callin you Casper,
Your a disaster, Dawg, are you the rasper?
The way you deepen your voice, makes me think you wanna go faster,
But you can't cause you just haven't mastered,
The flow or the rhythm, Your just never gettin' with 'em,
I damn near just preformed an exorcism,
You Keenan and Kel son, you thinkin you all that?
And can I get fri's with that?
