I hear a beat and swing a note against this kid named Alex Ruffin
Quick to toast an emcee, put one up against me
But by the luck of the draw, I got this kid named Alex Ruffin
Now let me tell you something, buddy
I checked out your tracks, they was lo-fi and muddy
Sounding like the food-stamp version of Kid Cudi
Or something, Alex Ruffin you should take the advice
Of Sean Price, take a knife put it to your wrist
And slice, don't need the grand prize, 'caus brass tacks
The Rza pays me to rap on his tracks, and that's fact
Your rap's wack, can't use the microphone to harm me
I'll snatch you out your bed and make you fight in Kony's army
Or drop you in the hood with a sign that says
Fuck Obama, George Zimmerman for Pres
I'm comin with the fatness, never lean
But staying hungry like Katniss Everdeen