[Verse 1: DexLabb]

OUUUUU!

Net-cess

Net-cees

You know i had to

Do it for the monsters livin' under the rocks

Talkin' shit through an e-portal like you're e-mortal gods

I once got it twisted and fell into the 98' flow

But as far as 98' goes, i got 99 problems minus you bitches.,

Still livin' in the past like my old, racist grandma' ass

Damn, you know i had. yeah, you know i had to tell em

Could do this shit on acapella, so u can hear me better

Still ain't gettin through to em', guess i'll never have clearance ever

And when i blow up i-know-ill-get-the-dear-john-letters

I know ill get ur correspondence, like keep droppin' the raw shit

Lame, turn around infront of the mirror, bend over

And slam ur ass against the pane and fuck yourself,i love when they shout

Ouu, i got the fire i know it. 11 years writing that poet-ic justice

But it did no justice now i'm on that dumb shit

Most rappers fall off in the midsection i did my crunches

Most rappers never change while i stay misplacin' my luggage

Most rappers here don't even rap they write the gayness

Shit i would be embarsd to say that shit on stages, i'd be embarsd

If i wasted my best years, gettin' weird not gettin' money

Power and respect of my peers, too many intellectuals here

Success just ain't logical, no action comes from unsatisfaction

That ain't possible, that ain't what got the greats to their place, that ain't

What got em' in mags, videos and benj frank's face in their banks

Face it you either ain't or you are, and alot of you aren't

Im just here to show you what you could never start.,

What you were never a part of, i'll be forever a martyer

They'll put a pic of my face on the main page and claim they lead em' to stardom

U can put my poster in ur room and throw darts at it

N at night you can shoot cum shards at it

Faggit, you know i nailed it. you know i sara palin'd this bitch

You know it ain't the brains it's the way that you spit

You know it, you know you ain't made for this shit

You know one day soon ill get paid for this shit

While you slave for minimum wage diggin' your grave 8-6

Come, ride on this dick. slide on this canadian chopper

Get u screamin' louder than exhaust pipes or maybe an opera

You're all invited when i blow up, keep entertaining the offer

Just know, you gonna have a seat at the front when i stunt

Im the fuckin' zen iron man, i got palladium chakras

With a freaky yoga bitch in the back with a retractable kunt

Mannnn, i dont know what im sayin at this point

Spark up this joint, im too lazy to body ya' just hop in my trunk

And let me drive off of this jump

Suck