Uh, what what? supafriendz, uh, uh      Straight up and down, ain't no comparing me, see   Cause I got some shit that'll put y'all motherfuckers   Back in freestyle therapy, b   I make rappers fall like when school starts, like cheap tissue   When you're next to my shit you're getting ripped apart   Dissing wack niggas without rehearsal   No matter what I say somebody gonna take it personal, so fuck it   Your man put down the cheddar, nigga we get the pay-oh   I make sure you lose a friend for life and be looking for a way home   Get dropped on your rap block without leaving a spot   Separate you from the jock, I got plans to make you hot   Watch an mc and you rot, nigga these flows is crisp   When a mic in my hand bitches is supposed to be like this   There's mad niggas that wanna see mad skillz slip   Yeah you gonna see me slip, past your ass with your bitch in my whip   Get a grip, whoever got the itch then I got the scratch   Mc's wanna get gassed, I feed their ass a lit match   All these jealous-ass niggas acting sheisty   Better tongue kiss magic johnson before they tell me I'm nice   But that's aiight, northside e, conceited times three   Come through your town on skis, subtracting mc's   Word to battle be in lonnie's last name   Approach me, all you getting that   Plus you getting blown out the fucking frame   Who the nigga that got a big head when he on the mic, pa?    Ask a question, answer me (bastard, you are)      Who the mc that grab the mic and start busting rappers' asses?    (you are you conceited bastard)   Who be burning beats down leaving you with straight ashes?    (you are you conceited bastard)   Who's the one who put wack mc's right in their casket?    (you are you conceited bastard)   Man these fools, they slower than retarded molasass, who the nicest?    (you are you conceited bastard)      Ayo, these little niggas in the rap game, they straight lame   Had diss you in a rhyme, but these niggas be scared to say your name   If a nigga say mine, he getting bagged, kid, I'm a be in the   Studio whipping his ass before he can finish his fucking ad-libs   Taking me out? stop hoping   Niggas always say they gonna do it, it never get done, it's like voting   I get it open, rhymes tying into name   Simple and plain, I pull rhymes, one ring and one chain   I give a fuck about fame, press your luck and quit   Mic-wise you realize I ain't that nigga you wanna fuck with   I'm nice as a bitch with the rhyme, if a nigga say I'm wack   He don't know his name, can't walk a straight line   Pissy drunk, screaming like onyx   Forgot his social security number, damn near drowning in his own vomit   I kill logic, test me friend, you'll be in a club with your clothes   On backwards hollaring at a well-known lesbian   Half of y'all niggas got wack raps and wack tracks   Talking about you representing, putting your town on the map   Still, your mother heard your tape and wanted to shoot you   And niggas around this bitch wonder why we call ourselves "super? "   Your flows get you free lunch, mine get dough and cash   You shouldn't like that your ho got my logo tatooed on her fucking ass   I do all y'all playa haters, believe me   You trying to end your career before this shit even start, come see me      Outro: repeat 2x      Who the mc that grab the mic and start busting rappers' asses?    (you are you conceited bastard)   Who be burning beats down leaving you with straight ashes?    (you are you conceited bastard)   Who's the one who put wack mc's right in their casket?    (you are you conceited bastard)   Man these fools, they slower than retarded molasass, who the nicest?    (you are you conceited bastard)      "well that's true" "you are" (repeat 16x)