[Intro: Scratches by Jay Dee]
"Y-y-yy-yooo..."
"This is" "dedicated to all the" "the fake suckers" "Sucka!"
"Sucker MC's" "Gotta go!"
"The other suckers..." "Gotta go!"
"Check it!"

[Verse 1: Phat Kat]
It's the return of the Phat Kat, 1st Down and 10
Detroit finest, home of the original Flynns
I'm known for turning grown-ass men to mice
Wishin' you could get with it, but I'm just too nice
Bite yo' ass twice and leave the rest for my n***as
My Detroit players, you know them real heavy-hitters
Big money-spenders, regular pussy-getters
Henny-sippers, and nothing but real mic-grippers
Shittt, fuckin' with this, you seein' triple
You soft as tissue, so change yo' name to Mr. Whipple
Or leave crippled, tryna bang with this
Ain't too many n***as that can hang with Chris
Or my crew, n***a – what you want? I'ma let you know
Who got the flows to have ya ho up in the mo'?
Bro, I cause damage like an intoxi-cated truck driver haulin' gas
'bout to get off in yo ass
And detail yo' friends, but they might know
'Bout that real n***a with that out-cold flow
Jumpin' you n***as like jacks, comin' with phat-ass tracks and raps
And never will you hear me talkin' 'bout fakin' no jax
'Cause Phat Kat say that shit's for saps
But still keep it real, packin' a mill' skills
Half of you motherfuckers don't deserve a record deal – for real
[Scratch break 2: Jay Dee]
"Y-y-yy-yooo..."
"Y-y-yy-yo-yooo..."
"Y-y-yy-yooo..."
"Y-y-yy-yooo..."

[Verse 2: Phat Kat]
Yo... every time I turn around, we got another sucker tryna call himself an MC
And when I hear shit like that, it's personal to me
That's why I'm back to let you hoes know
But fo' real doe, I ain't went nowhere really
Just been layin' low, watchin' y'all fall off and look silly
Frontin' like you big willie, all up in videos
Mesmerized by shit, so you don't even know how the business goes
You gotta pay for all that shit before ya see a nickel
You just got fucked and they didn't even kiss you, what's the issue?
Rappers frontin' like they stars in they cars
Poppin' hundred dollar bottle drinks at the bar
N***a, fuck that shit – ya better cop some real estate
Put a roof over yo' head and give some food on yo' plate
I'm from the Great Lakes state – Phat Kat the undeniable
Down to rock a party, get money, you know I'm liable
Learn the game of survival on the Detroit streets
Where n***as stay money hungry and the hoes pack heat
So don't think shit's sweet, tryna come to my city
I know n***as that do hits for less than three-fifty
Yo' vocals is shitty, so take them back to the booth
Paid mad dues and got receipts as my proof (my proof... my proof...)
[Scratch break 3: Jay Dee]
"That's riiiight"
"Phat Kat" "That's riiiiight!"
"That's riiiight" "Phat Kat" "Who?!?"
"Fat... Fat..." "Phat" "Who?!?"
"I thought you knew!" "The n***a Phat Kat"
"I thought you knew!" "The n***a Phat Kat"
"Phat Kat, pay them chumps no neverm---"