Your rap's boring, you got them snoring..

My shit exciting, I got kids writing in a pad with a pencil just like I do..

The way I be rappin, they callin me Eminem part 2..

But I don't do this shit for you, I know you're tired of hearin that..

I can rap but while you rhyming falsely, I rhyming fact..

You better not run, or turn your back, or I'ma get you with my gak..

One pull of the trigger, an you'll be out like that..

How can it be that I rap so freely? How can it be that you cats dont feel me?..

Explain it to me man, why I don't go any #1 fans, it's like my feet's stuck in the sand, I don't think I can do it..

As soon as I spew it, I knew it, I blew it..

It's over, there goes my one chance, but I'ma keep goin, this may be my last dance..

I'd die if I knew this was gonna be my last rhyme, but there's always a next time, there's always my next line..

I don't care what you say, I rhyme what I want to, take a step back, don't tell me what I wont do

Don't tell me who I wont shoot, but go ahead try to tell me I'ma fluke..