Yo he tryina use drunkeness as a excuse not to lose,
but he wont win no matter what he goina do,
cause his lyrics are worse than cow doo-doo,
he aint gonna win but he wont get it out of his head,
he said its nine a.m. over there he needs to go to bed,
but people keep sleepin on his rhymes cause his lyrics are dead,
now he gettin all mad and he hopen to win,
but he aint gonna unless he takes out his pen,
and a sheet of paper and gets his shit prewritten,
so go ahead soldier and think about whats hot and whats not,
before you get droped typen on the wrong spot.