[Verse 1]
Remember Corky from "Life Goes On"? (yeah)
Well you're way more retarded
So don't get me started
You could watch this little Valley kid fight fools
Over beats more poisonous than Bret Michaels
If people wanna test me, then I assume
They're confused like RuPaul picking a bathroom
They would never step if they knew my skills
In hand to hand battling I'm programmed to kill
So don't even think of bringing beef, chief
I'll walk home with both hands filled with some teeth
You got it started but I'm 'a end it
I'm lethal on the same level as Johnny Gill is feminine (hello)
Come on little buddy you don't wanna get hurt
I'll have your mom issuing Amber Alerts
I'll take you back like Eazy and Jerry Heller
While I talk while you keep quiet like we was Penn and Teller

[Hook]
Yo, I'm too smart for my own good
Every word gets misunderstood
It's a hit if I sound real lame
Cause in clubs, you want to lose your brain
Shake mama mama
Shake shake for His Hotness
Cause we hate rappers
Hate what they dropping
And that's why I can't sound the same
Cause in clubs, y'all want to lose your brain
[Verse 2]
It's only cause I'm unsigned that you getting a pass
So that two-bit rappers can spit one-bit trash
It doesn't bother people that cats who now rhyme
Would be super-sizing fries if I got re-signed (ching!)
And just cause we drunk it shouldn't let punks
Have they shit played in clubs makin' dimes jump
And even when it's packed from the front to the back
Doesn't mean you getting slack when every verse is wack
Do you not hear it when you're in high spirits? (hello?)
That rap has dick substance or any sign of lyrics? (gone)
Cause if I hear Sean Paul for one more set
I'll break a beer bottle and I'm cutting through my neck
Cause jiggy MCs played on the scene
Should be in 'used' sections next to Brian Austin Green
And if it's not there it's probably prone
To be in 'clearance' bargain bins next to Raven-Symoné
Let's go

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
So when I'm out at night all dancing, getting crunked
Doesn't mean I want to hear rappers who also sound drunk
It's like a prerequisite for singles doing well
That the cat spitting verses obviously can't spell (duh)
My old label wouldn't let me take the crown
Constantly begging me just to dumb it all down (please)
I'll stick to lyrics where I know that I'm gifted
And hope that most kids realize where I'm different
If they playing songs that I'm talking about
Start fucking up the bar like Swayze in "Roadhouse"
Cause the industry thinks I'm like the SATs (smart)
And categorize me with Talib Kweli (nope)
So please tell execs where I'm supposed to be (here)
And my college degree don't mean I can't emcee (sure)
I'm just joking around, I guess I had to say it
"Don't worry Karl, clubs ain't never gonna play it" (you're right)
[Hook]

On a Mayru track
Hot Karl
Hooks first, raps second
I'll be handing out Cliff Notes at the end of each song
Read a little