ok alright
This nigga'z on his last food stamp, now he's talkin' bad/
Actin' like he got some talent, he don't, that's just sad//
This fad you're chasin' called the rap game is beyond your grasp/
How in the hell you gonna jump in somethin' kickin' your ass?//
It's done passed you, you write eight lines and think you're the king?/
Bitch sit the @#%$ back down and let me take ov'r the ring//
An Emcee is all I see when I look at your mug/
You actin' like lil' Romeo when he do his shoulder shrug//

Now I'll say straight up, ain't got no guns, don't need 'em, my rhymes are tight/
But it seems like you need to have one when you go sleep at night//
What, you scared someone's gonna shoot you while in your bed?/
Nigga, you live in North Dakota, shut that hole in yo' head//
That's what I said, I'm tired of hearin' you talkin stupid @#%$/
You think the KKK is bad? Wait till I take my lil' trip//
To the studio, burn a track and give it a whirl/
Oh, wait, I dun forgot, my music's already circlin' the world//