I’m in that 05 candy drop playing Murdoc out the speakers
Way before I copped a feature I was hot
Rhyming in every cafeteria, street corner or hall
They called me the white biggie smalls and I ran with that shit
Was with the williest of willie’s as a kid
I stole that Mike Jones and 50 Cent
From F.Y.E., you can’t play me
I held it down every summer, we doing NSYNC numbers
I got my own brand of rubbers, I’m in that tan hummer
I got the flyest honey’s riding the shaft
I’ve been counting money since George W was dodging the draft
I still remember my very first rap
It went I’ll kick yah ass then sign your cast
That’s some real shit
I’ll have you limping off the field bitch

I’m an ugly motherfucker and I’m broke
But you still believe what I wrote

I ain’t afraid of no ghost
Rap artist don’t get played by coast to coast
They digging in the ash tray to smoke the roach
Darko The Super, I wrote the most
Selling rhymes like dimes
I’m still sleeping in the slime
I’ll smack the fuck out your local rap tales
Telling on yourself, bragging about the crack sales
You ain’t a star, you sponging around with a snail
Don’t approach me when I’m all out of ale
Better go home and refresh your email
You internet loser
Go suck a fuck with your little PT Cruiser
I’m the big dawg
I only appear out of a thick fog
Scratching my ass on the rhythm rug
You’ll never meet a prettier thug

I’m an ugly motherfucker and I’m broke
But you still believe what I wrote