Boo

Yeah, Esau up in here

With some old off the top of the dome sh*t

That I wrote down

Now I can make a song

About all you wack rappers

But that sh*t's already been done

Or a song about all you thug rappers

And all you REALLY done

But I'ma do this one about me

Cause if I don't ring my own bell, son

Then you know that sh*t ain't even gonna get rung

I'm the nicest on the mic ever, yeah right

Man I ain't even the dopest kid

You heard on the mic tonight

But I still up in your cypher

And embarrass myself

And I still have enough audacity to tell you

I was the best MC on your set

Man you ain't hear me

I did a collab with myself once

But I kicked myself off the track

Cause I was talking too much junk (too much)

Then I wanted to a joint with Pras

But when we got up in the studio

He got mad at me cause I told him

His sh*t was way hotter than Nas

Man he thought I was being funny

Man cause I was

I was only f**kin with him

Cause I wanted to f**k with his Cuz

But now I can't think

And my brain's a buzz

I need to go listen to some old school hip-hop

And bite some sh*t like Mos Def does

Man, I'm wacker than Rawkus' website

I'm bright like the night

I'm about as fly as a f**kin emu in flight

Man I'm not the storm, I'm the calm

And I'm not the bomb

And if you want to listen

To these wack ass lyrics

Go get them sh*ts from Flash

You want at ohhla.com

Man, there ain't too many kids

Out there that are wacker than me

Except for Mase and Puffy

And that whole damn Harlem World Family

And that kid Cam'Ron

You know that punk better keep his distance

Cause his rhyming skills are about as tight

As Lance "UN" did his business

The farewell tour and debut album

I sold three units so far

But you know I'm still countin (one)

And at this pace it'll take me

69 years and four months to go platinum

So I guess I'm never gonna be needing

That new business accountant

But you know I got some cash man

I just can't spend it

My house payments over due

So I had to let my cousin move in it (come on, move in)

And my whip's kind of fly

Just got a huge dent in it (trashed)

That big 54-inch T.V. in the front room

Man, my mom rented it (thanks)

Man, I ain't got too many real fans

That's why you won't catch my live act

I ain't been on stage in a

Long long long time jack

And the last time someone met me backstage

When the lights went black

They said, "Forget about your autograph,

I want my motherf**kin ten dollars back"

Chorus of Boos and heckling