[Intro: Spoken]
Yo, I don't even know man
Maybe I’m the only one that sees how whack this n***a is
You know what I’m sayin’?
Like the rest of these n***as, like this n***a or something
You know?
Fucking 33 years old, tryin’ to get respect
N***a get a life, feed your family man
Goddamn

[Verse 1:]
Yo, yo
Why the fuck would you jump, to step to a motherfucker such as myself?
N***a I Tec you, lay you out
Beat the shit out of you, til’ you confess to being the weakest n***a out
And homosexual shit, you jock me, and talk shit ‘cause you not me
I’m cocky, this faggot's riding my dick, a jockey
Try me, n***a, your shits jokes, you Cosby, I’m Ali
Bitch, I’m the king you Rodney, you get it?
How dare you try comparing yourself to me?
Coming in mines you embarrassing yourself
So please, ease off my dick, worry ‘bout your own shit
I got skills to pay the bills, bitch, you homeless
On this microphone, its no joke, I’m focused
So, you provoke and throat choke, then toasted
Your shit is not hot man, goddamn yo
You tied for the whackest n***a alive, besides Van Gogh
And you hate, how I get props and you can’t
Tryna rap at age 48, it’s too late
And you fake, you can fuck around, but you ain’t
You cray, son you must be slow as a screwtape
Whats wrong wit’ you? You all been out of shape
Sopping like your moms wit’ you
‘Cause I wouldn’t do a song wit’ you? Poor slut
More stuff, still rapping
How can I call you a has been, you never have been?
The most wanted, most boast, but don’t want it
The flows rugged, please know I’m cold blooded