Yeah, Simon, I'm talkin' to you, this motherf**er right here's for you
You got a lot of motherf**ers comin' up on your show
And you try to act like you motherf**in' judgin' every f**in' body
You ain't no motherf**in' body
f** American Idol, Simon and his whack a**
He can kiss the bottom of my foot and Paula can kiss my black a**
That show is for no pro, it's for a jacka**
I piss on the ratings with a scuba diving tank with a German mask
The type of guy to defecate on jazz and bluegra**
Paint your face black I guarantee all your a**ets
You'll leave with a blue a**
I'm that insurance guy that come with a tow truck
When your Maybach crash
These microphone n***az with big budgets is trash
La**ie type n***az who don't bark back
They sneak bite n***az
I'm ready for combat with poison down on the floor
You come up and test my sh** like a rat
You pick a spot where you think you f**in' hot
And watch me wipe my a** wit'cha baseball cap
I piss on your pants from the Gap
Your b**h be f**ed up with Noxzema on her face
With a headwrap
That sh** your spit to everybody is head crap
f** with Franklin Fred rap
You're just a man sneakin' back through a crack in rap
Flip your f**in' toupee like a flapjack
You a sap in rap, that b**h ain't got no fat a** in the magazines
That's mad flat, she's just hyped up with a corny basketball a**
That's mad fat, in fact she's a DVD, homeless cat
Somebody I wouldn't want to dance to my track
Or put on some pants to my track
How you gon' stand there? You better be in a b-boy stance to my track
Everybody flippin over a bullsh** thong in your bu*t crack
Now I'm hyper toned up with a Corona
She ain't got gas in her a** to get from Corona
She's a roommate livin' on a budget from a loaner
A grown-a** woman flyin' back and forth to a yellow Toyota
f**in' with some cornbread
Ten carat gold chain n***a that look like Yoda
How the f** you gon' represent plastic surgery?
Yo' a**, movin in with the club promoter
How long you gon' do that sh** 'til you get older and bolder?
With strength from the bu*t needles
I'm that n***a that's low-key in the spotlight
Watchin' your peoples on some real life
I'm surreal trife, watchin' these girls out in Vegas
Askin' Carmelo Anthony to turn on they Con Edison lights
Yeah, We rule, Dr. Dooom is in the f**in' room
Now you take that motherf**er personal, I want y'all to cover your a**
I'ma be there, motherf**er I'ma be there
Right in the back of your f**in' dandruff, right on top of your hair
Yeah