What the hell are you doing challenging me?
Motherfucker, you ain't no MC.
I know you, you don't listen to rap,
You listen to punk and all that shit is crap.
Let's count how many hip hop albums you own,
The Roots, that's the only one, now take your shit home.
Walking around like your the shit,
You're a baseball and you're about to get hit.
Keep braggin about how you're the best,
And how your sisters so hot, and how you partake in incest.
Everything that you say is messed,
Come around me, you need a bulletproof vest.
Have you pushin up daisies, lay your ass to rest,
I'm like a spider, creep inside your brain and lay my nest.
I'm the man, you can't get me out yo head,
You're like that loser in Limp Bizkit, his name is Fred.
Now go ahead, you can ryhme,
While I get your sister in bed.