That shit iz kinda tight,
So I got f question:
Where da fuck did U learn to bite?
Talkin' about hoods and sets and killing niggaz...
Lil' pest, U ain't killing nobody, but the man in U
With ur sticky sore fingaz.
Bragging about shit U only saw in da movies,
U are walking through the city
In bunny slippers and a flower-covered pink hoodie.
U ain't strong-u even softer than ur neighbour's poudle.
Dude! Quit watching MTV,
And yelling in your bedroom "Yo! I'm a real nigga! Let's do this!"
'Cause there are no "niggas"!
There are civillian afro-american people,
And there are real playas-
And if they hear U,
They gonna use your tongue as toilet paper!