So what you got your first deal?

Who you signed with, nigga?

Epic?

Def Jam?

I don't give a fuck if you're with Warner Bros.

Who you signed with, nigga?

Muthafuckin Loud?

Interscope, Columbia, Sony, 550

Fuck it if you're with Dreamworks

And if is, your in-house commercial-ass producers

Can suck out the interior out of my dick

Y'all still 75, that ain't no new shit

Fake-ass wanna-be hip-hop shit

Don't worry about who the fuck I hang with

Jealous muthafuckas



I'm tired of niggas fooling muthafuckas

Actin like they drug dealers

All you rappers fantasizin that jewelry and car shit

You can pull the Speedos and suck my dick

Tell your corny fans who believe that shit

Lick the back of my ass quick

I'ma shut faggots down

Especially muthafuckas with that gay-ass production

New millenium homo sound

Smack the shit out of you for doin that wack-ass shit you do

50 bodyguards surround you

Keepin men that fuck you in the ass around you

Standin like you runnin shit, you ain't the fuckin President

Posin with ugly bitches in your video who take AIDS medicine

You don't wanna fuck with me or rock with me

Or rhyme on any block with me

Fuck the rap museum

I should be on the wall next to Run-D.M.C.

Between Public Enemy

Some assholes jealous me

I don't care no more about your lyrics

The average MC is bullshit, I don't hear it

Fuck you talkin about you rap with a good spirit

I make rappers intimidated

Over wack-ass beats they get motivated, some have ministrated

Even suburban kids copy your shit and duplicate it

My balls you now cherish

By some new-ass MC about to perish

Type of muthafucka to eat a lotta celery

Your CD was butter-soft - what yo