I dropped first so you'd take da bait, losin' is your fait/
I'm a real mc u can't relate, for christsakes your as hip as bill gates/
Its sad cuz ya rhymes are old an lazy, like an old man/
An they full of so much shit that they need their on bed pan/
Your cornier than hokey pokey, an you know I'm the one you admire/
You should call me smokey, cuz I put out all the westcoast "wildfires"/
I'm a stuff this turkey, an step on him wit my new-shoe/
Cook'em in water thats murky, I'm glad I choose "purdue"/
You say u into music, sports, an women, these are all a reflection/
Of a life of rejection, u need to be like usher an post your confession/
Here's a suggestion, don't choose hip hop as a profession/
You need to say-less, cuz I'm mobilizin' ya ass like car phones/
For ya ryhmes I'd pay-less, cuz their bloated like star jones/


I couldn't really think of anything but I dropped somthing