[Verse]

Walking up in the spot, you know it's Jr. Jay

Who's to say what smooth move will put your crew to shame

Chalk it up as a loss because you foolish lames

Choose to blame old school rules but play the loser game

Talking tough shit is soft, you better use the same

Tools you brag that you push, ‘cause it takes two to tango

And if you do, you're tangled

In the noose and strangled

Yeah, and that's on Unkulunkulu's name

You just gotta Get Fresh, word to Slick Rick

But y'all are inept, you fucking dipshits

You should polish your writtens before hopping to business

Try to drop like a sink tip? Tsk-tsk

Better stop popping the pimp shit off of the limp dick style that you got from your bitch

You keep copping the sickness, cock sucking nitwits

Y'all better lick pricks or deal with Capital Punishment

Like Officer Sicknick

Get a swab from forensics, chalk for the imprints

Body's got the top of the midriff oddly indented

Probably from the toxins that mixed with alcohol drinks (Shit)

God the Molly's hardly kicked in yet, already twitching

Faster than the Mardi Gras pendant

Nothing this stringent that can come with all of the vengeance

Some would convince to suffer against

It's tough as a wrist that's cut with a whisk that’s shoved up against it just like a stick shift

I stutter with the lyrics, so I'll just rap this once

Otherwise you wouldn't hear it

Facts, no cap, you dunce

But if you smack talk back before you stack tracks to bomb

You're a student to the game; Taliban

My Padawan, just pass it on

Your class is gone from trashing songs

Like clashing gongs with plastic tongs

While Magic Johnson wraps his dong in elastic condoms; That shit's awful

Palm my balls ‘fore I turn this bitch over for the rim job

Man she boujee as fuck, rocking a mink thong

Like ping pong, I'll bounce off her cheek bones

All I really want is to seize her like I’m Rick Ross

All I really want is two seizures

Give her the Naked Snake like a Big Boss

I tip toe to the titties like I'm French Montana

But you can call me Derulo (the Rulo)

‘Cause I bridge over gaps of misery like KCMO

[Outro]

Try shocking my spot, not with Jr. Jay

'Cause I'm chopping the charts, went from fool to fame

Then I popped it apart while I pooled the pain

From the height of my heart ‘til there's no more room for rain

Now I'm loose change, ‘cause I'll get petty

And if you dude's not ready to get my dues paid

Then just leave me alone

Got something to say? Too late; Touché

Deuce deuce deuce, bang