Lyrics:

Dark voice, space choice
T-Mobile text vexed and you think you're in a competitive mode
Who's the wussy they can't be fly droppin a verse with a dirty pussy
Diaper show off your designer chains fuckin up my cypher
Retarded ass rap slash diva
Run around with a fucked up weave attachment hoe handcuffer
I don't know why that stupid nigga like ya
Step back you fuckin werewolf out of London, before I bite you
BBQ rib hounder fuck it you splash out that quarter pounder
The official rappin music co-founder since Ralph Hooper
And his pops ran the Apollo with the United Negro Fund
The richest nigga in the world, y'all can't fuck with the franchise
Imagine your local bullshit burger spot goin against Ronald McDonald
Italy can't stop the three billion servings
I'ma make Brandy hoes move they porkchops

Be a fly ass niggas
And runnin around the city lookin at you bitch-ass niggas
Tryin to play high post, wit'cha little kitty-ass withers
Knahmsayin? ... Fly ass NIGGA~!

Broke niggas worryin about how fast you can rap
Spit at quick speed with techniques that's sharp
Complex comprehension I'd rather see some tits
Turn your computers off and get off that gay shit
MySpace, Clayface claymation nigga
E-mail message abusers shit fag energy users
Livin in a fucked up town so boring drink fo' kegs
Before you talk about me with them ugly bitches teasin you in Hooters
Y'all get the critic booters, website looters
You fuckin raccooners, you can't stop the bass boomers

It be the motherfuckin Commi$$ion to all you whack-ass rap niggas
Out here sellin that fake-ass rap music to you little fuckin kiddies
What the fuck is goin out here with that rap shit?
Y'all need to get smacked, knahmsayin????
Runnin around, with the big Commi$$ioner, ain't playin no games
Stomp all y'all out, in this rap game
Fly ass niggas!