Verse 1:

Hold the noise--- let that boy rap

He could be the greatest emcee with a dunce crown thinking cap

Drawing blanks----and saving face --get the liquor straight

Theres only one mic---in my hands its in the winners place

Dont blend my music with the damn mood swings

The plot: rock spots dap spock, just get the ooze and leave

Bagg em please--braggins for the swag role

Endure the lightest facets to reach the masses in the front row

The glow undeniable sweeter lyrics than papaya fruit

Whoever doubted got the left and spoke with miley cyrus too

--it ain't a army or the navy nor the drill team

He said the boy could flow and leaked elixer like that filled spring

Please..whose the first on your fav-or-ite list

And got dissed by the straightedge with all the paperclips

Who never missed one scratch off at the dealerships

These stories begin with more twists and turns than what the swisha gets

Verse 2:

Manipulated by his buddies and his hasbeens

Take em out the mystery like where can we find those damn kids

The plot ain't thick enough to eat more mayo

The underground ain't see him enough to shout free thebe and free yayo

He ain't buzzin..blame it on the corona lime

Told them he'll live the life of a million man for the millionth time

-----then after that get up

Still standing at 5'10 wanting porckchops and to hiccup

------whats wrong you seem troubled

Am I suppose to move like billy goats on this stage with my lyrics muffled

And delivering 32 figbits of why im better than the next guy

Im sorry you bought your ticket in the wrong line

Cuz this here is for the kids in ASP

That were the lasts one picked up---and never spoken to nobody

He watched the sun all recess with his imaginaries close

Its why his eyes are so bad, I dedicate this to mister frog toad