While y'all were bitin' Ja,
And that little bitch Ashanti,
I been churnin out rock records
Like my name was John Frusciante.

I've been gone so long,
And this, I swear's for sure:
I ain't even sure
If my crew still exists anymore.

I stay on the low-low,
Unlike y'all niggas who don't know
That typin with "z"s, ya know,
Doesn't make you more ghetto.
It makes you look so low;
So I'll put it in slow-mo,
For alla you Joe Schmo's:
I'm back without a crew;
Now this nigga is solo.

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I stay strapped like carseats.