I still get no props even though I’m gully when rappin’
I’m clever in lines, but you tell me my multi’s are lackin’
And you faggots are actin’ like im not better in rhymes
“Oh he doesn’t computer rap so he’ll never get signed”
But who fuckin cares, no record label will ever need you
And I don’t use cool edit cause I see how bad it treats you
Oh no I rhymed the same words, I must be losing my head
Ahh fuck it, in the next line I’ll probaly do it again
Cause if theres anything this net drama is teaching ‘us’
Its that were all “biters” or “dickryders” when someone has beef with ‘us’
Damn I shouldn’t of done that, cause even though I have an appealing wit
You guys are all looking for excuses to tell me why you aint feeling this
“Well this was okay, I’ve seen you come better and you know it dawg..
I mean you stayed on topic, great lines,.. but uhhh your flow was off”
But quit acting like you read these lines, when most of you geeks ignored it
You just do half ass responses so you can drop a link to YOUR shit
Or you see people giving me props, so you tell ‘em im hardly dope
And that I’ll never mean shit to rap until I drop an audio
But you can keep being MC imindenial, if that’s what your proud to be
And I’ll keep being MC tentimesbetterthenyou… without a beat
Just stop droppin' tracks, that’d be something educated to do
We all know you thought the movie 8 mile was dedicated to you
But it wasn’t even close, cause you’ll always fail in this rap
You can’t Reach For The Moment if your still patting yourself on the back
I know I sound like an ass, but maybe Ill show regression..
And eat these words, when I'm watching you from the nose bleed section

But till then… fuck you