You wanna know somethin' that makes me sick

When people be constantly talkin' 'bout stupid shit

Shit like who made rap up

I don't give a fuck as long as I get my cut

I'm sendin' out no special thanks

And bitches wonder why I diss 'em 'cause they motherfuckin' pussy stanks

I'm goin' straight to the bank

And if I ever busta cap, it won't be no blank

So you can thank, or you can think

Singin' these lyrics might get you in the clink

I rock a beat like this or like that

Either way you look at it it's still acid rap

>From a hat I won't pull no tricks

But from my pants I might pull my dick

And if you ever thought you'd get some you'd feel dumb

I'll snatch your tongue out 'cha mouth and you'll have ta hum

The over Lord master of disaster beat blaster

Niggaz try to do like me and they has ta

Step back, or get jack slapped

I see your bitch all on my dick 'cause the way I rap

When I slip on the lip the tip of my jimmy

Then I'll take the pussy like gimme

We gotta a lotta fake ass wanna be's followin' my footsteps

Always four steps ahead so you slept

I don't sleep, and still I manage to keep a beat

Niggaz don't wanna gimme my props but they know it's sweet

So I'ma give you enough time to hit the rewind

And for the punks who don't like me, I'm throwin' up the fuck you sign