I know what your thinkin', "I just put this kid to shame"/
But I'm like Butler University, upsets my middle name/
See I read your profile and their's something that needs to be made clear/
No one treats a crew like a mothafucking career/
See I look at you and know you the type, to deny you white,/
Watch BET all night, for insight, on the bitten shit you write/
See you may be popular on RB, but outside you got no fame/
But I bet you wear a t-shirt with your crew's logo and it's name/
And on it, it's got your Motto Try it, Rep it, Live it/
Well you better Try to Repair, and eLiveate, cause your shit can't fuckin hit/
See the only chance you got to be noticed is to go on TV/
The Jerry Springer Show, tell your girl your not a he/
And there's a reason you just a middle weight, cause when I breath, away your blown/
You may be able to run a good crew, but you can't hold your fucking own/
See you a fake thug, a wack G, and your rhymes sound like crap/
I bet you couldn't find your way to Compton even if you had a map/
The closest thing you could be is The Jamie Kennedy of Rap /
So Ima end this by callin you a dirty Canuck/
And bein the one to stand up and yell "CANADA SUX"
And Ima throw this knight down like it's chess and you a retard/
I'm comin to claim my title, so file it under Discard/
And now this rap has done more then served it's function/
I'm the champ, and I'm sayin' "Fuck the Productions!"








No Beef, good drop Shade, Uppin' for votes.

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