Lyrics
I don't know where they got the idea that all of us were tight-knit
Some of the people you claim I'm down with make me quite sick
When I think of this phenomenon, the first one I think about
Is a certain dumb broad who never shuts her stinkin' mouth
You know who you are, Private -- what's this, the fifth time?
How many times do I have to target you in a dis rhyme?
Got you in the last address, and Dedicated to One
Ever since this clique shit started, I see I'm far from bein' done
What? You're mad because people know how much of a bitch you are?
What?! People bounced when they found how full of shit you are?
Callin' me an alpha male asshole that's self-righteous
Thanks for the compliment, go drink a tall Coke float, you psycho-dyke bitch!
Chorus (B.I. speaks over Strider's Scratch):
(B.I.):
Yo, Dex -- I said it to you four times already!
FUCK -- YOU !! Run your mouth about me, I ain't
the one tellin' lies about herself to get over, for real! Stop bullshittin', stop tryin' to dupe motherfuckers, because we ain't all ignorant!
(Background scratch: "Dumb-ass hooker ain't nothin' but a dyke" -- Ice Cube, NWA's "Gangsta Gangsta")
The clique theory has another proponent
The World's Premier Jackass, my most natural opponent
When people saw through your lies, you'd jump on me instantly
Callin' me outta my name, just because people listen to me
Now you've lost your girl, people are clownin' ya
Seein' you for what you are, except your sparse band of followers
Now they're the REAL clique, those lies you spread, the people ain't buyin'
Callin' me a toothless lion, but I ain't the one who's cryin'
Now you think after two jackasses exit, all would be peaceful
Every once in a while, others move in, tryin' to be their equals
Moanin' about this, pissin' about that
Broadcastin' all of their problems like anybody actually gives a crap
And then you got these chicks waxin' poetic about their monthly flow
Or who they're fuckin' now and next, someone needs to chop 'em, yo!
What's worse, these punks tryin' to be me, they got the nerve to curse?
I'll expand on this later, just wait until the next verse
Chorus (B.I. speaks over Strider's Scratch):
(B.I.):
What? You lost your girlfriend for WHAT?
You're a jackass! What? You're pathetic!
Man, FUCK YOU -- Rurou no HO! Girly-ass
lookin' tactless motherfucker! Go and borrow some of Dex's heavy-duty tampons, you god damn punk! There's as much as a clique, as about how much teeth you still got in your mouth! Go fantasize about Yuki-HO or somethin, beeeoootch!
(Background scratches: "Beeotch!" Fat Joe, "That Gangsta Shit"; transformer-scratched "Biiiiiiitch" -- Eazy E, NWA's "Automobile" at end)
Offshoots of the new blood, these fake thugs
Wanna be like me, only a version that crossdresses and takes drugs
And one of these motherfuckers needs to be direct if he wants to start
Faggot and his girl hide behind each other because they gots no heart
No backbone, punk faggot -- you're spineless
That girl that hangs around you is just a clone of you, she's mindless
You need to stop frontin' on somethin' you know nothin' about
The only balls you got is your girlfriend's you got lodged in your mouth
Mockin' me at every turn, callin' me a queer and ugly
You're just jealous that I'm grumpy, girls love me and wanna fuck me
All of 'em are attractive, but I tell 'em "FUCK YOU!" and you can't stand it
What? Mad because I ain't like you -- a whiny pretty boy faggot?
Dis everything about me, like you got room to criticize
How the hell can you call me gay, when you wear lipstick and kiss guys?
Dress and look like a girl, act like a bitch on the rag
You got a problem, come at me and please -- don't dress up in drag
Chorus (B.I. speaks over Strider's Scratch):
(B.I.):
Yo, Megumi -- oh, I mean, Shinya! You hermaphrodite cocksucker! FUCK YOU!! Runnin' your mouth like you're the boss. Fuck outta here! Fuck you, and that bitch ass Kuramoto...Kuro-h
