[Verse 1]

Remember Corky from "Life Goes On"? (yeah)

Well you're way more retarded

So don't get me started

You could watch this little Valley kid fight fools

Over beats more poisonous than Bret Michaels

If people wanna test me, then I assume

They're confused like RuPaul picking a bathroom

They would never step if they knew my skills

In hand to hand battling I'm programmed to kill

So don't even think of bringing beef, chief

I'll walk home with both hands filled with some teeth

You got it started but I'm 'a end it

I'm lethal on the same level as Johnny Gill is feminine (hello)

Come on little buddy you don't wanna get hurt

I'll have your mom issuing Amber Alerts

I'll take you back like Eazy and Jerry Heller

While I talk while you keep quiet like we was Penn and Teller

[Hook]

Yo, I'm too smart for my own good

Every word gets misunderstood

It's a hit if I sound real lame

Cause in clubs, you want to lose your brain

Shake mama mama

Shake shake for His Hotness

Cause we hate rappers

Hate what they dropping

And that's why I can't sound the same

Cause in clubs, y'all want to lose your brain

[Verse 2]

It's only cause I'm unsigned that you getting a pass

So that two-bit rappers can spit one-bit trash

It doesn't bother people that cats who now rhyme

Would be super-sizing fries if I got re-signed (ching!)

And just cause we drunk it shouldn't let punks

Have they shit played in clubs makin' dimes jump

And even when it's packed from the front to the back

Doesn't mean you getting slack when every verse is wack

Do you not hear it when you're in high spirits? (hello?)

That rap has dick substance or any sign of lyrics? (gone)

Cause if I hear Sean Paul for one more set

I'll break a beer bottle and I'm cutting through my neck

Cause jiggy MCs played on the scene

Should be in 'used' sections next to Brian Austin Green

And if it's not there it's probably prone

To be in 'clearance' bargain bins next to Raven-Symoné

Let's go

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

So when I'm out at night all dancing, getting crunked

Doesn't mean I want to hear rappers who also sound drunk

It's like a prerequisite for singles doing well

That the cat spitting verses obviously can't spell (duh)

My old label wouldn't let me take the crown

Constantly begging me just to dumb it all down (please)

I'll stick to lyrics where I know that I'm gifted

And hope that most kids realize where I'm different

If they playing songs that I'm talking about

Start fucking up the bar like Swayze in "Roadhouse"

Cause the industry thinks I'm like the SATs (smart)

And categorize me with Talib Kweli (nope)

So please tell execs where I'm supposed to be (here)

And my college degree don't mean I can't emcee (sure)

I'm just joking around, I guess I had to say it

"Don't worry Karl, clubs ain't never gonna play it" (you're right)

[Hook]

On a Mayru track

Hot Karl

Hooks first, raps second

I'll be handing out Cliff Notes at the end of each song

Read a little