Lyrics:

I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
I think you're soft like that trick, mother hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like mother goose, who lived in a shoe;
Next door to your weak-ass crew.

Nine flew over the coocoo's nest
Took a worm from the mouth of a baby bird
I know you heard, as the world turns
8 million stories to tell, 7 and a half million lies
500 000 facts in doubt

Aaaarrgh!
Heard your album and I don't believe a word of it aaargh!
Tink you're soft like that trick, mother hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like mother goose, who lived in a shoe;
Next door to your weak-ass crew.

Nine flew over the coocoo's nest
Took a worm from the mouth of a baby bird
I know you heard, as the world turns
8 million stories to tell, 7 and a half million lies
500,000 facts in doubt

The well is almost dry, down to his last lie, why?
How many bodies you cancelled since your last video?
How many keys or dope did you flip in your rhyme flow?
Save it for david;
When you said it, never gave it a second thought
Fans bought the wolf ticket
Shitted on reality for fantasy produced *by tact*
Mr rough-records --
On a real island yo ass won't be whilin' and smilin'
Who's the character?
With gold records and life still harder than artica
Niggaz is backwards, step in a revolving door
I sold drugs and wanted to rap --
Now niggaz rap and wanna sell drugs
Dem celebreties wanna be thugs
But when them slugs start flyin'
And the beef comes they start crying (sample of a cry)
(I knew he was lying)
Wishing, hard-core gangstas turn into born again christians