[Verse 1] My rap songs are strictly on a need to know Now the cat's out the bag, cause I need to flow And change up styles for people who been waiting a while Cause fans want Irish Toothache on their radio dial And I can't blame them, cause there's a lyrical drought When the number one single on the charts is about White t-shirts, crunk juice and gold-a** teeth Man, if I want to make a video about that, I would go two sheets So I dumbed down the rhymes on this one for you Monosyllabic - even catch 'em if you're deaf or mute Or stupid. sh**, I can't predict the outcome Of my rhymes when I go and I perform them live And I'm ??? talking on this track.I can't even imagine that I wouldn't have fathomed that, or gathered that as ??? facts Your momma's way too fat. Your tracks are way too whack Let's take this back to old-school times and act like we still rap on wax [Hook x2] God bless the people who invented the mic Without hip-hop, music's like a seatless bike It's useless for you stupid amateurs Don't abuse this music. Just get loose to it [Verse 2] My vernacular is not natural People don't speak like this. That's because People can't understand when you speak this fast And get pissed off when they can't keep up And I like it that way, because now I have my own language that only I can speak And only other hip-hop heads and true blue fans Can communicate with me Better grab yourself a stenographer Better get yourself a typist You won't like this, but you'll bite this And later on claim that you can write this But you can't write this, and we all know it I give you the microphone to try to show. Then You hop on stage and the beat comes on And even you know that you're going to blow it Now the whole entire place Is laughing in your face You start to act a fool. Take a swing at me Now security's using mace But f** mace. We got fists to feed Irish Toothache's stand on stage with me Getting kicked in the stomach so many times You'd think all our shoes were made with cleats