Yeah, I don't give a fuck   Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you too   Fuck you rappers, fuck the industry   Fuck anybody who don't fuck with me   This is the Pendemic, yo      Yeah, we get it poppin', them hammers go, the Spanish bro   'Crucial Conflict', I'm 'Do or Die' with the flow, yeah   Joe Pesci in 'Casino', you know   Poked him 40 times, hit him once more for the road      Yeah, I'm bein' honest, your honor, I killed the man   But he was a fuckin' problem, your honor   They say Joey's a killer, every time body shit   Every verse iller, ain't nobody's hot as this      You know me, I'm a one man army   Even though millions'll follow just like Gandhi   I'm Malcolm, shit, I bring it out 'em   Body on Broadway, now nobody can doubt him      Must I be a backpacker or Black Eye Pea   Or spit consciousness just to win a Grammy?   Nah, Big L listen me   The soul of Big Pun is flowin' through me      Yeah, Biggie Smalls is rollin' with me   I'm way over your head, you like creativity?   I'm a gangsta rapper, Lord, forgive the shit I'm sayin'   But You'd be surprised where my music be playin'      Yeah, that's what they wanna hear   Shit, Joey from the Bronx, I'm a pistoleer   I keep gunnin' for 'em, they keep runnin' from me   I'm about my money, give a fuck, I'm livin' comfortably, yeah      Yeah, I'm right here, middle of the ghetto   Sweatpants saggin' 'cause I'm packin' heavy metal   Yeah, I made the switch from clear top to yellow   Mami yellin' out the window 'Oye, dejate con eso'      I hate that nigga, get me sick, man, look at him   Soon as I get enough, I'ma cuff and throw the book at him   He ain't get all this shit from this fuckin' rap money   And every time we stop him, nigga think he something funny      Shit, heard he sell cracks on the block, caught a body   Listen to his raps, he call himself John Gotti   Officer, officer, please don't be biased   Don't you know all of us rappers are great liars?      We like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate   Sensationalize bringin' packs 'cross state   And y'all niggaz lyin' 'cause young niggas dyin'   Over in Iraq, yeah, families are cryin'      Controversies like 'Oil for food'   Worldwide Pendemics, now we got the bird flu   Africa's in crisis, please give aid   Must we do everything like organize Live Aid?   Shit, Katrina, Katrina, oh, Ms. Katrina   I'm lookin' for some benefits, tell me have you seen her?      Yeah, this is the Pendemic, we outta here   See you next time if it is a next time, yeah   Thanks to Joey Crack the gangsta rapper   Do this shit 'My Way' like Frank Sinatra, you know, bye