I bet ya never thought that I could be a dope ass rapper (well)
I'm here to tell ya I'm a dope ass rapper (yes)
I brought a four point list
to help you get the gist
when I insist that I'm
a fuckin BOSS

(POINT 1)
I got the lyrics of a skilled MC
I'm a poet, and I know it so you don't have to fuckin' tell me ("I know")
I got rhymes-that simultaneously start/ and then stop-crimes
I'm a one man procedural drama
(dun dun)
the kinda drama that one-normally reserves for your mama
by the way, how's your mama? is she goooood??
oh, did I forget to mention that I went ahead
f**ked your mama
(and it was so good!)

"Uh excuse me, but what does sex with my mother have to do with you being a good rapper?"


(POINT 2)
I'm humble, to a fault. When I stumble
(pfft, IF I stumble) I make sure to not just-mumble
some phoney fakeass apol-ogy,
when I really screw up, I really say sorry.

And of all the things I currently own, and may I remind you I own a lot of really nice stuff (it's expensive) (wow)
I own UP
to my mistakes
when I'm not making sick ass beeeeeeats.

(POINT 3)
I got sick ass beats!
The ones that keep-heads bobbin while you're popping up
outta seats
when the hook repeats
shake everything above the feet
(these beats do INCREDIBLE things to your butt (I'm just sayin'))

Now...repeat after me
butts
butts!
Butts.
Butts!
Butts!!
BUTTS!
BUTTS!!
(BUTTS)
Butts!!!!!
(BUTTS)
(Butts.)

(Point 4)
I can work a crowd.
Now let's make it loud
Scream!
(((Wooooooo!))
Point proven.