Verse 1: Hold the noise--- let that boy rap He could be the greatest emcee with a dunce crown thinking cap Drawing blanks----and saving face --get the liquor straight Theres only one mic---in my hands its in the winners place Dont blend my music with the damn mood swings The plot: rock spots dap spock, just get the ooze and leave Bagg em please--braggins for the swag role Endure the lightest facets to reach the ma**es in the front row The glow undeniable sweeter lyrics than papaya fruit Whoever doubted got the left and spoke with miley cyrus too --it ain't a army or the navy nor the drill team He said the boy could flow and leaked elixer like that filled spring Please..whose the first on your fav-or-ite list And got dissed by the straightedge with all the paperclips Who never missed one scratch off at the dealerships These stories begin with more twists and turns than what the swisha gets Verse 2: Manipulated by his buddies and his hasbeens Take em out the mystery like where can we find those damn kids The plot ain't thick enough to eat more mayo The underground ain't see him enough to shout free thebe and free yayo He ain't buzzin..blame it on the corona lime Told them he'll live the life of a million man for the millionth time -----then after that get up Still standing at 5'10 wanting porckchops and to hiccup ------whats wrong you seem troubled Am I suppose to move like billy goats on this stage with my lyrics muffled And delivering 32 figbits of why im better than the next guy Im sorry you bought your ticket in the wrong line Cuz this here is for the kids in ASP That were the lasts one picked up---and never spoken to nobody He watched the sun all recess with his imaginaries close Its why his eyes are so bad, I dedicate this to mister frog toad