You smacking everybody? I don't believe that
You can't create so you sell feedback
Out for the meanest green stacks
I don't dance or even lean back
There's bigger fish
I got props from The Spits
So, let me play your party
They say I'm avant-garde and artsy
But I'll sock you in the face if you cut my set short
Knock the Diet Pepsi out your gorilla hands, you dork
All your friends are plastic like spork's
Rappers need chapstick and chewing gum
Oxygen for their black lungs
Put the blunt down I
I got more flows than bazooka Joe, you got one sound
Go back to free styling at lunch tables
I'm out to dinner with your Aunt Mable
Been writing rhymes since you was pirating cable
You got served by MC able
I don't give a rats tail about your record label
Your favorite song smells like cough syrup
I bet back then you had lots of school spirit
Looking like a super villain named tear jerker
Stealing footballs from kids like a big beer belly burp'er
Go back to your fry grease from king burger
You're the type to get murdered and not come back to haunt people
The lesser of two evils is still evil
I'll battle anybody in the parking lot for a 100 bucks
And straight up tell your brother that his brother sucks
You can't rap
You're stuck to the ceiling like cartoon flapjacks
Honey's call my nuts, santa's sack
You drink orange Fanta cos you wack
The bartender at your venue looks like Ms. Doubt-fire
I hope they purposely spell your name wrong on the flyer
You wear sweaters with outer space cats and think you're edgy
Only demons need balloons and confetti to feel ready
He ain't heavy, he's the super
I'll crash your party when I crash your computer
Internet loser
You don't exist in the future
I'm erasing all your self help audio files
So you stay in denial

Get the fuck outta my face
No one wants to see your ankles, you punk ass flake
Go back to the drawing board, your EZ bake
Your drum breaks need less pigtails and roller skates