[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] You don't got G's, you don't got keys n***a you never knew the meaning of real cheese But you get the fakin' the funk and I'm 'bout to waken a punk cause I hate when a chump whoof in his own beats Takin' 'bout you got the plug Never been a dealer ya fibbin' it make you wanna take a whoo-wop ta blood Who shot ya mug? I don't mean it too hot to hug Who got ya love? Mothaf**a you not a thug You say that you 'bout it 'bout it Got so many women in and out I doubt it But you sleepin' on the floor without a pallet And I'm callin' you out n***a, loud I shout it, you a b**h! Specimen without a dick Transformed into a chick Man born with a clit the way you sit But you front like you like to beef a lot Square like a pizza box Supposed to be a "C" for co*k Instead you're gonna get a "T" for twat Me and you is night and day like a muthaf**in' equinox I was just waitin' for the beat to drop To tell you fakin' leads to shock What you get when you off in a fuccboi situation Lookin' at me like I speak Chinese you ain't makin' no bokchoy n***a fakin' But us boys are the nation that'll never trust boys on occasion When they be lyin' I know if you live or dyin' is a tough choice but we waitin', n***a