Yo Anthony man, you just texted me again man   Nah man no, he's trynna, he's trynna get me to do a verse on his shit   Yeah same dude that used to talk all that shit back in the day   It's total, total lack of self-respect on his part man      [Verse 1]   Surrounded by all these little piggies   Round a pool table, holding on a glass full of empty   When them rappers came out of nowhere to hit the spotlight   Oinking at the crowd about who cares and not quite   Pretty sure there was more on stage   Than there was in attendance in the rest of the place   I tried to give a listen, it was impossible   The main dude sounded like his motherfucking mouth was full   Understand what that train wreck looks like   You've seen it before, bad rapper with a good mic   Screaming like he means it like it's a classic verse   Couldn't even make out a fraction of them words   Minnesota, too nice for its own good   Half of y'all should still have a cold foot   Order me a refill, try to block it out   And act like these little pigs didn't come from this brick house      [Hook X2]   Never meant to be a part of you or you   I just want to be a part of one two, the one two      [Verse 2]   Get off the stage, smack your crew   Real friends wouldn't let you act like a fool   Your beats go "fa, fa, foof"   And your girlfriend pretends that she don't even know you   In your late twenties, ain't making any money   Like an overweight ballerina, sad and funny   We all think you so damn wild   The way y'all still rock that talent show style   No one's impressed with your extended set   Except your idiot friends that you scribbled on the guest list   Just to be clear, Atmosphere in here   If you spitting a cappella I'ma spit in your beer      [Hook X2]      [Verse 3]   Ten minutes later and they still up they yapping shit   Turn the sound down and let us read the captions kid   You did a song that was so damn passionate   I almost had to piss my pants when I was laughing at it   You look so goddamn dramatic man   Everybody pulled out their phones to call an ambulance   Your CD-R needs a little CPR   You makin faces like you should of played the lead guitar   You ain't an MC, you an MC's wardrobe   Freak of culture like a white girl with cornrows   Go ahead and do you, don't front   If rap is just another excuse to smoke blunts, huh   It's alright man, get yourself a hype man   And come take up a couple more minutes of our life span   Twin cities, tighten up and get busy   Got all these little piggies trynna suck on these big titties      [Hook X2]      Of one two, the one two   Of one two, the one two      One two, the one two   The one two, the one two