[Verse] - Frat Rapper f**boy
And that's why I'm the f**ing best
[Verse] - Aonair
Let me step inside the circle tell you what I'm about
I gotta make this quick I'm about to pa** out
You trying to freestyle, you the same as Drake
Pull out your blackberry if you make a mistake
You stepping in here and you call that rapping?
I write better rhymes on a restaurant napkin
Look at you with a frat tank
You're cornier than the ethanol that's in my gas tank
Your shocked by my flow it's enlightening
And my co*k f**ing grows if you fight me
Thinking that you mac miller, big sean, lil wayne
Let me show why them rappers and yourself are the lames
If we're both wayne then I say I make a milli
You spit gonorrhea so don't be silly
[Dramatic pause as the audience recollects the meaning behind Aonair's f**ing raw a** disses]
And you got daddy paying for your studio time
But your lyrics' still a** call em glutinous rhymes
And that chick that you with, oh let me tell you
She wears more pounds of make up than total IQ
She's a cute young lady but I have to be honest
Her IQ is her blood alcohol content
You treating her right would have to be magic
You go to cla** but I actually have it
Don't understand the message?
Should I poor it down your throat like beer to your pledges, get it?
My rhymes will make you pa** out
Have to clean it up the next day bare handed in the frat house
You lucky I'm not sober
If that were the case you'd need a four leaf clover
And soon enough I'll take a presidency
By the end of this beat you'll be pledging to me
Sure you may someday be running a business
For your date-rape case I'll be the number one witness