spit bars on ballots until my campaign ends/
walk with a drunk stagger like champagne timbs/
can't be him, talking greasy with bars you a chump/
your lyrics lack content like the papers that roll blunts/
don't front, stop fakin/
I'm more like ruben you clay aiken/
from american idol/
paper champ so I'm tearing your title/
leave you crushed like leaves and chronic seeds from your local supplier/