[Intro J-zone]
What? you want a what
You wanna battle
You want me to freestyle is you crazy?
I'm allergic to all of that sh** man my bills is due
You better cut a check or s** a fat one man
This ain't starsearch
Cats run out o' breath stinkin like a motherf**er spittin and sh**
What you need is a one and a half calorie tic tac
Im from a small planet calles b**h please
And that sh** is a disease
Be fo' real man c'mon
[Verse 1: J-zone]
Rappers steppin to me, they wanna get some
But im the zone so hey you know the outcome
You want me to freestyle stop your voces
I wanna Cadillac brome and a ostrich coat
f** battle J-zone ain't never claimed to be no MC
Wanna battle me i need a G just for entry
You can keep the victory just slide my dough
???? and hide your hoe
J-zone uplift whatchu thinking bout
All I uplift is my dick and my bank account
You wanna be educated?
[sorry wrong record]
You want an ill freestyle
[sorry wrong method]
No free beats or freestyle rappin here
Ain't nothing free but the asbestos in Manhattan air
And when it comes to in-stores dont axe me to flow
It ain't a record or a show then i ain't rappin no more
And motherf** the fame
[See i dont play that sh**]
I'd rather deal with a number than a motherf**ing name
Cuz im locked in a game where im forced to keep an attitude
Cuz at a show autograph seekers wanna battle you
Even females try to battle me dead
I show'd her the meaning of coming off the head
She soberd up and had beef with me
b**h are you crazy?
(He grabbed his dick and said look here momma)
Pay me
[Hook J-zone]
You wanna beat (f** you) Pay me
You wanna freestyle (f** you) Pay me
I got bills on deck
So cut me a check
Battle you must be crazy
[Verse 2: J-zone]
Half my rap peers hate me, so what your a legend
You can't say jack sh** untill you put out a record
Promotors dont like us cuz they're forced to pay
And dont ask for a freestyle im off today
And if you ask again tomorrow i be off then to
To tell you the truth b**h im off to 3002
Now these s**ers wanna battle
You must be on the bottle
I want (50 million dollars and a new Eldorado)
Cats straight hate me till the album got recorded
Say my sh** would't hit (but your punk-a** bought it)
Bomb b**hes are mad cus i don't hesitate to diss hoes
If the shoe fits wear it wipe the buggers out ya kids nose
[????] Disco labels must be sky high
Now they call me animal cuz i tell them (Go byebye)
f** it i ain't a muppet but i made myself a promise
To master and accomplish the art of being pompus
Retire at thirty with my two tone caddy
Writing f** you pay me on my tombstone gladly
Bury me a** up for the world to kiss
Middle finger extended for them herbs that diss
Then got mad because interviews that i spoke my mind in
Lead ya'll to a piss puddle and tell ya'll to dive in
So now you wanna talk about what i owe you
F-U-C-K Y-O-U, Pay me