[Intro]

"I don't know, I dont really listen to that

I don't know, I dont really listen to that

I don't know, I dont really listen to that Jean Grae shit

She's like, it's like all underground and she's like a hippie. I'm not into that"

You retarded. That's what you got from what I said?

On what song? Fucking hate you guys!

[Verse]

When it's grown folks talking you should shush your mouth

I get aroused by you dramedy clowns

Don't bother me now, scram kid

Before I go Manson and your man's dead

Or it's a handsome ransom on his damn head, Pause

My paws grubby, greasy

Don't drink Riesling or Moscato, that's a dessert bottle

Stashed up in the purse vodka

Blasted in the afternoon, hostile. Trashed up in a fancy room ...

Hostels- You in

Impostors ruin, the movement of the realest motherfuckers that do it

But I'm Mama Large Marge, you're just Pee-Wee truckin' through it

Pursue her, good luck; I'm fluid as fuck

I move like a loose screw point, hunt

Fast and agile

Teleport rhymes

Nightcrawler while you're fragile, stagnant ballers

Don't give a damn about your dollars: ignore it

I don't give a damn about your problems: you're boring

What I utter, just utterly in the throes of the gutter and mixed with a dose of the beautiful struggle

And most can't handle it, Manga shit, animated English lit

Sing it ladies... (Jeannie rules!)

Greasy, yes, nice!

Greasy, nigga. Slicker than your average

Believe me, nerds. Thicker than your glasses

They teach my words in your frickin' classes

I'm a scholar and a lady

Kiss my ass, kids