(Intro)
(Mockingly) Really!? YAH! Everybody love me!
Yeah right!
[Verse 1: R.U.I.N.]
Popular, lemme give you an example/
I'll fart on your birthday cake to blow out the candle/ (fart noise)
So say bye bye to all your crappy wishes/
If I'm spitting food for thought, then gotta do dishes/
Listen, this whole pursuit to be popular/
Ain't even worth it, so I'll show you what I've learned/
I got a sharp mind, sharper than a meat clever/
I'd be Ludacris before working with Bieber/
Yeah I got a sharp tongue that could pierce your soul/
And a raging spirit you'd fear to behold/
I could rap rectangles, triangles, Circles/
Trapezoids/ all around these little rapper boys/ that's right/
That's why/ it's the truth and lemme be honest/
Impressing you with lyrical sk**s, I'm beyond it/
So I'd rather see Babylon be deceased/
A righteous man rather than a good rapper, capiche/
(Interlude)
HAHAHA!
[Verse 2: R.U.I.N.]
Greatest Man in history ever named Jesus/
Had no medicine, yet healer of diseases/
He had no servants, yet they called him Lord and Master/
No degree, yet teacher like he had his master's/
He had no army, yet even the Kings feared him/
No badge of honor/ yet conquered/ the globe sphere and/
Did no crime, yet crucified, as a renegade/
He was buried in a tomb yet he lives today/
If you ain't pissing somebody off/ you probably
Ain't doing your job/ stupid/
See Jesus was perfect, yet he died as a martyr/
You want to be popular, don't even bother/ It's useless! /
(Outro)
You ain't go please everybody