Lu myself,
First of all accuse myself, of being a fool,
All attempts to school myself have failed,
To improve means to remove myself
from this pool of sharks, dark is the mood I felt,
I'm losin' fuel, its all the food I refused myself,
That's how you do (how we do) when you do yourself,
And if I lose, I can never excuse myself,
'Til I grow old, sit back and accrue my wealth,
You dont stand a chance,
Matter of fact, you dont have half the stance (nope,)
To stand if you stood half a chance
Like C-H-A, to dance with this man from the C-H-A's
Give it up, just abandon plans,
Since you dont have half the stance like an amputee,
You dont have half the pants that it takes to command a family,
A fan, or command a fee,
So you will never get the ransom you demand from me!
The good news-- my foot's loose, my hands is free,
So I dance all foot-loose and fancy free,
Big ups to Footloose and all the fans of me,
My fanbase spans from Vans to Timberlands,
From mansions to section 8 campers, B,
Im they chamion and I aint even sound standard, see
I been lamping,
Whipping up an answer to these rappers,
Who got it backwards like
zippin up their pants to pee
Like I'm just a rapper, and I ain't dapper,
I'm frequently fly, I can go to France for free,
And I ain't no fan and base, cookin up grams of seed,
Weighin it wet, stretchin O's like rubber bands, to feed! (Whoo!)
Like I was white boy, 100 grand a key
What I'm supposed to do with this little chump-ass, punk cash advance that they handed me?
I came back with birds like Brandon Lee,
I came back with words and stanzas, G,
Told ya, write back, like Stan
And I'm 'a stand till it answers me!
I'm concentratin' man, thats why I'm a oscillatin' fan (no, no) when they wanna shake hands with me
It sucks right now,
When you hear it, your spirit just dampens, B
Like, damn, that was my man, what the hell happened to he?
His fan base is disbandin, B,
'Cause his lyrics dont mirror when he first landed, see,
So give it to this lamb to please, so help me God I'm 'a kill it, thats my word
Remove this blindfold, just
Give us a chance to see,
And I'm 'a quit it the minute it abandons me,
My plan's to be,
Here for a minute then im finished, I'm vamping, G
Most of these cats is pussies, pearl-tongues, oysters and clams to me,
Flinstone money,
Can't even stand bein' in they glances, jeez,
They say its lookin good, but from my vantage, B
Shit is sinkin like Atlantis be
I'm more set than Atlantis...
(whispering/mumbling)
What, you ain't understanding me?
Am I speaking Spanish, B?!
Well adios, homes,
I look like a sloppy joe? (yeah),
What am I, a Manwich, B?
I gotta Big Mac, if you want a sandwich, G,
Who else you know keep the Micky D tucked,
With the Windy on his shoulders?
I told ya...
Give it up dog, its over
(Music slows, stops)