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[Verse] Eat a dick Or at least eat a Pita chip Right after I skeet on it, you piece of shit Tell your lie speakin' lips they should try pleadin' fifths more often, bitch And refer to me as "Your Awesomeness" You sayin' me and so and so are comparable Then I look up so and so and they're terrible, you disgust me Trendy rappers fall the hell off the map After just one listen I can tell off the bat There will never be a time that I have to rewind it On some "Goddamn, what was that line?" shit, in fact I find it Rather boring's the category I put 'em in Fast forward that wack verse, I'd rather hear the hook again I would rate your skills very low level And your softness is at a Pillsbury dough level Me, I got that gold medal flow that'll put me on the freaking podium You're child's play, you Nickelodeon I'm 'bout to sprinkle sodium all over them wounds Big Wax, EOM, homie, don't get confused Shouldn't get your hopes up when you know you gon' lose You won't accomplish anything if you don't pay your dues, I'm sayin' With all the shit I've charged to the game The game should issue me a credit card in my name No, we aren't the same, you are motherfucking ant size My catalogue's Jack's beanstalk plant size I'm sick of y'all sayin' y'all spit well When y'all shit sound like dog shit smell Seriously, take it back and say you're jokin' When you rap, everyone behind your back does that masturbatin' motion I've worked hard for this, while y'all half-assed it Raise the white flag, matter fact, half-mast it Half this rap shit that you hear is half plastic The other human half is a lyin' ass bastard Fake biters like dentures Writin' their bios based on someone else's adventures I be confusin' the censors with the shit that I speak 'Cause they don't know if it's some shit they should bleep They're like, "Damn, that's the fifth time this week That I've witnessed a sheet Of lyrics from this geek On my desk for inspection" To bleep or not to bleep is an excellent question These words have yet to receive Webster's attention Spanish Webster is still fuckin' with the gender Only point I'm tryna make's to give 'em something to remember When they're spittin' on the microphone or strummin' on a Fender These kids get mixed up like cummin' in a blender Same goes for you lame trolls blogging I would recommend less dick riding and more jogging You at your computer desk, sippin' your Super Big Gulp Eatin' Little Debbie snacks and Newton's full of fig pulp I'm talking to you, it's sunny out, enjoy it That bicycle you purchased was like money down the toilet Yo, it's funny how steroided your confidence seems When the last time you got laid hipsters were rockin' big jeans 2-Pac was in his teens, variations of the running man were popular routines Little NAS was up in Queens, yet to write, It ain't hard to tell He was still busy watchin' the Smurfs battle Gargamel Fuck it, I'll just keep rappin' great Outside of the box like you used cheap packing tape Try again, there's no time to waste Just make sure the drawing board you go back to is dry erase That shit you Sharpie ain't gon' never be sharper Unless that Magic Marker is an actual magical marker Even then, it'd have to have a good battery charger 'Cause I've been rappin' since Eric Clapton was back with the Yardbirds I wish you the best of luck If y'all agree with me that most rappers suck Then make like a rake on the back of a landscapin' truck And stand the fuck up