They was trashin' your ass, it's sad you're getting dissed
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
You're hearing me and you're like "Oh my god its Sasquatch!"
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
You've been in the game, your career is long
Now talk about your face, now don't get pissed
Publishers: BROOKLYN DUST MUSIC, POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP
Songwriters: Duval A Clear, Craig Everett Curry, Michael Diamond, Antonio M Hardy, Adam Horowitz, Marlon Lu'Ree Williams, Nathaniel Wilson, Adam Yauch
Come on in, now I read about you up on page six
With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam
With your ticky tack calls, didn't touch you at all
I keep that hot sauce hot, not mild and weak
But I suggest you see a dermatologist
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat
But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam
I'm walkin' on water, while you're stepping in shit
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
Look give it back, you're wicky wack
So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
Kings County is my stomping ground
Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book?
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
In the animal kingdom they call it presenting
You sold a few records, but don't get slick
'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
The truth is brutal your grandma's kugel
'Cause I've got more rhymes, than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am?
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
But when you break it down, you've only got two songs
Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen
MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootin' skeet
With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle
You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
I didn't touch your hand man, you know its all ball
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit
Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
You people call yourselves MC's, but you're garbage men
What a looser