O-M-effing-G he is so insanely fly
Lololo, you’re such a funny guy
I don’t know why, you haven’t put that better
Part of you inside, any of your songs
If you did, then people might like you
I mean like buff dude, and slutty girls in thongs
The lists goes on, and includes baby mamas
Grown up little pricks, who will instigate drama
Drugged out teens, who end statements with a comma
Or a question mark, isn’t this the life you wanna
Lead ain’t you sick of always being on the come up
Spittin’ a cappella got you third what a bumma
I heard you were a stunna, a stone cold gunna
With a pistol in your lungs ta, murder for the funna
Being on the run I’m wondering just when you’re gonna
Admit that you do this cause it’s funner than the otha
Side of you that tries to keep this side under water
Fuck it let him do it be a shock to the system
A hundred thousand volts that is not from a victim
Hit him with a million, likes and votes
And he fights back, turn up the dial
Till you ignite your bolts, hey it’s been a while
Since you seen him this repulsed, look at him cryin’
In his lame ass coats, what you miss Chicago
Chillin’ on the west coast, this your new home…
And that’s ya studio…and that’s a microphone…

Do whatchya gotta do to invoke a show
Do whatchyou wanna do but you better flow
The rest doesn’t matter so we can let it go
The rest doesn’t matter let the bullshit go
(x2)

Now listen, I seen you sleepin’ and I seen you dreamin’
I know what you’re thinkin’ and I know every reason
That you’ve got to get out of this music scene and
Build something real, maybe somethin’ with meaning
Dig a little deeper than the lyrics you’re screamin’
But every time you stop time stop and your fiendin’
Scratching your arm like some kind of hybrid
In need of blood and lust just to stay alive get
Record ready pressed and a fuckin’ signed check
Got a classic I just haven’t rapped mine yet
I’m bat shit, that’s why I capped nine vets
My 58 bloody when I stab my chest
Beatchyou wit a mic to give my 9 iron rest
I’m fine working hard, but I’ll die behind desk
But if it’s holding monitors, I’m fine to invest
A life worth of time yeah but I digress

Do whatchya gotta do to invoke a show
Do whatchyou wanna do but you better flow
The rest doesn’t matter so we can let it go
The rest doesn’t matter let the bullshit go
(x2)



But wait, what the hell you doing rapping
To Dr. Dre…what do you think that man
Would ACTually have to say? He’d snap you half
For a snack before and after his morning workout…well
That ain’t really workout, time to let the nerd out…
Matter fact, bio-chemical warefare probably
Should have been your first route, now look at you
21 runnin’ for your first down but your already
At your 3rd out get your fucking game right
You being insane might, have worked in the past
But now you look stupid, scared to puff grass
Puff puff pass, you’re a stubborn patch of a grass
That grows in the back, just a little too fast
But we gone cut you down, and we gone move passed
But you keep growing back like a weed, not the
Good kind that you crotch in class, we need
Some one to make you realize, that you’re broke
You are not rich, so you are not dope
Roast you like a spliff, your raps fat joke
And you ain’t even fat what’s that say about your flow