Back up on dat ass, back to put rappers on one knee   Like they 'bout to run a 100 meter dash   Bow down to greatness, before I get pissed and   Run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers      Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers   Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of glaciers   Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts like   "Where da Titanic go?"      I been scourin' da earth, makin' my fans   Catch da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church   And the fat lady singin', it's ova for you rappers   Can't none of y'all bust, you're just sacs full of semen      And I got da women screamin', they could catch my balls   On any given Sunday like my name's Willy Beaman   Or LL Cool, so if ya boyfriend thinks your loyal to his ass   Then he's a motherfuckin' fool      Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist   Iconic status and his name is Ludacris   Bitch please, you messin? wit some real O.G's   Wit million dolla whips dat I ship from overseas      Got a pocket full of G'z, and the inconvenient truth   Is that the ozone is bad cuz I been smokin' all da trees   The globe is warmin' up when we fire up the blunt   And put it in the air like Evil Knievel stunts      What you want from me? I got pistols for da haters   Ya fam will be in black like they was playin' for da Raiders   And ya music isn't favored, and DJ's they neva bring it back   Like when you go and borrow somethin' from ya neighbors      Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt   The name of my car insurance is yo fuckin? fault   And if you sittin? on chrome, I'll call up my boys   And have you stripped of ya medals like Marion Jones, nigga      (Champ you got it, keep on movin?   They ain?t got nuttin? on ya, watch for the sneak dissin?   These boys?ll smile in your face and stab you right in the back   Breathe, take some water, this is money in the bank)      (They defeatin? themselves champ, you know what you can do   You Luda, you lookin? good, let?s go!   C?mon baby, hard work and dedication   You know what it is man, keep fightin?!)      Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins   I got the hammer in my jeans   Call me Mr. Fixit, barrel stay hotter than   A fresh batch of home-made buttermilk biscuits      A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made casket   Luda leaves the trouters stretched out like gymnastics   And acrobatics I'm superstar status   The mouth of the South like gangsta grillz you bastards      The international traveler, and I may not be much to you   But I'm the shit out in Africa   So put ya fist up, even the statue of liberty lit a flame   For the way that I lit my wrist up      You can't compete wit me, I got 'em stuck   Like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet wit me   And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown   And Whitney Houston become drug-free      I'm the baddest mother shut it like Shaft was   Leavin' rappers wit headaches like bad drugs   They shoulda warned ya, you got defeated by the heat but, eh   We'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya      So call the coroner, I'll show up to yo funeral wit some gators   Like I'm fresh outta Florida   Call me the swamp thing, y?all headed in the wrong direction   Like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train      So don't fuck wit it, I'm sendin' lyrical bullets right at ya dome   Fuck niggaz betta duck wit it, or else you stuck wit it   You'll get stalked so bad you'll leava da scene   Thinkin? eight Young Buck's did it      But not in Cashville, you lost yo feelin'   Like comin' down off X chasin' effects of yo last pill   You fuckin? Daffy Dill, you's a Daffy Duck   And I'm the undefeated champ, y?all niggas suck!