[Verse 1: UnderRated]

We signed to the label cause Ivory and Zinger

We never knew Brad D-Loc or Richter

Respected the hustle 'cause they made it big

But they treated the people around 'em like shit

Pak and Richter were cool

Tax and Lou they came around too

But everyone else is as fake as their props

Your suing the label because ya fell off

And just to be honest the music is garbage, your lucky to have a career

Nobody's checking for Kottonmouth Kings but look, the mighty Dirtball has appeared

He came to save the day, bringing 'em back with a magic verse

But he joined the band and ruined it all, just when you think it can't get any worse

The truth hurts on top of that you guys are fucking racist

Writing about slave owners on Facebook, that's how people get slapped tasteless

Your lucky I'm hippy dude 'cause that was some fucked up shit to do

Thinking we started the beef with the video, no that's not even close to true

Tried to get along for years all they did was disrespect

Talk shit behind our back, fucked up our biz they saw us as a threat

Hating cause your insecure and your record sales are droppin'

While the fat lady sings, I'm hammering nails in your coffin

[Verse 2: 1-Ton]

I don't video blog or get gangsta on the Internet

I just write a song and make you bitches look like idiots

I rap it how I live it something you ain't never seen before

I'm reppin that real shit, you Chris Rock in CB4

How u call us posers when you a phony smoker?

On the road for three months and not once hit the Dosia

You forgot I know ya learned to smoke from a cop

Your old ass is forty nine pretending to smoke pot

Ya plants is all plastic an they matching with ya image

Ya Hippycrit bastard ya rap career is finished

You must be delirious ya really got some nerves

Ya side kicks Hillarious a Loc from the burbs

His rap is so horrendous that he's always scared to flow

He turned down tommy lee he's missing out on hella dough

Pacin back and forth, scared to bust a rap

He knows his flows is trash and everybody thinks he's wack

Ya engineer deserves a raise for all the cut and paste

And why was Richter always rappin lyrics you forgot on stage

Retire, walk away you a fraud and a fake

You not a king you a customer, get the fuck up out my face

I can flow for days about your ho ass ways

And tell the world how u was hatin but its time to turn the page

I'll never be a slave my fist, I'll fatten up ya lips

You only wish you had the skills to write a rap as good as this