Intro:k**a-kc
This motherf**er man!
Just won't shut up will you?
Talking 'bout I owe him...
b**h you owe me... I'm promoting you right now
Yo let's put the nail in his coffin
Chorus:E.J.
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only being real when I say
Nobody wants to hear that grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart attacks
And I don't wanna be responsible for that, so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignitay
Verse 1:k**a-Kc
I would never claim to be no, Ray Benzino
An eighty-three year old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me over some balcony without
Blowing his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me? (Ugh!)
Please don't you'll probably fall with me, and our a**es'll both be history
But then again you'd finally get your wish
cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent (Hahaha)
fu*kIn punk p**y, fu*k YOU CHUMP
Give me a one on one; see if I don't fu*k YOU UP
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryderz and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track, that's how much you s**, dick
In the industry, swear that you in the streets husslin'
You sit behind a f**in desk at The Source bu*t-kissin'
And beggin motherf**ers for guest appearances
And you can't even get the clearances, 'cuz real lyricists
Don't even respect you or take you serious
It's not that we don't like you we HATE YOU period
Talk about a mid-life crisis, damn
Last week you was shaking Obie Trice's hand
Now he's a buster? What the f**s with that
Get on a track dissing us and kissin 50's a**
And asking me what I know about indictments, bite me
b**h I got two cases, and probation, FIGHT ME!
What do I know about standing in front of a judge like a man
Ready to take whatever sentence he hands?
What you know about your wife slicing her wrists
Right in front of the only thing you have in this world? A little girl
And I put that on her, when this is all o-ver
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know sh** about no shopping rocks
But what you know about HipHop shops rocking spots?
Where you the only white boy up in the b**h just rippin'?
Pressing up your own flyers and your stickers, stickin'
Them b**hes up after spending six hours at Kinko's
Just making copies of your covers to ca**ette singles
To sell them out of the trunk of your Tracer
Spending your whole paychecks at Disk Makers
What you know about being bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you should know what that's like, you're half white
(Hahaha) Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice
I'm eating you alive inside, Jesus Christ!
If you're that much of a gangsta, put the mic down
You should be out k**in motherf**ers right now!
k** a motherf**er dead, KILL 'EM DEAD b*tch!
Shoot 'em in the f**in head, GO AHEAD b*tch!
Slap my mom; slap THE fu*k OUT OF HER!
She can't sue you; she wouldn't get a buck out of ya
'Cuz you're broke as f**, YOU su*k, you're a fu*kIn JOKE
If you was really sellin COKE with, then WHAT THE fu*k-
You STOP for, dummy? If you slew some crack
You'd make a lot more money then you do from rap (Hahaha)
You'll never have no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never know what it's like to be rich; life's a b**h ain't it?
Raymond? Here let me break the sh** down in Laymen's
Terms for you, just to make sure that you can understand it
Since Canibus is using too many complicated f**in words for you
Here let me slow it down for so you could understand if I say it slower
... Let it go dogg, it's over
Chorus:E.J.
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only being real when I say
Nobody wants to hear that grandfather rap (uh-ugh)
And old men have heart attacks
And I don't wanna be responsible for that, so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignitay
Verse 2:E.J.
Haha... talking 'bout, I have motherf**ers calling your crib
b*tch YOU AIN'T EVEN GOT A fu*kIn CRIB!
You ain't even got a f**ing phone... f**ing bum
Threatenin to shut me down at ya lil' f**ing Source magazine
If I come back when did I attack you?
b*tch you attacked me first take it like a man and shut the fu*k UP
f** your little magazine too
I don't need your little f**ing magazine
I got XXL's number anyways...
and y'all can't stand it 'cuz they gettin bigger than y'all
Oh, and by the way... how'd I look on the VMA's?
When you was watching me from whatever f**in TV you was watching me from
From Boston...the mean streets of Boston
f**in sissy, and you got us scared up in that motherf**er?
su*k my motherf**in dick
Oh! And for those that don't know
Don't get it twisted y'all
THE SOURCE HAS A WHITE OWNER!