[Intro]  Let's do it man  (I'm so bad!!!)  I'm in the building    [J.R. Writer]  Yo, I started the starters, and fathered the fathers who fathered  I slaughtered the slaughters, and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered  I target then spark and Pa you'll be part of this target  From artist to artist, J.R. is the hardest regardless  Put your faith in his hands, they'll be changing of plans  Admit, I did it from standing in rain with a gram   Now I sliver and glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand   Shit! D12, dont even know the name of my band   Man I'm just superfly, two for five, bake the bake  Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate  Cars come to paperchase, I've dealt with major cake  Ever since Jake the Snake, all I rock was Babe and Ape's   Ouhh yea hun, does them old Air 1's  Sneaks crispy, $350, you aint never wear none   I'm a pimp girl, get it through your eardrums  No I'm not telling you where you can get a pair from  I'm sicker the sicker, you sicker the sicker then aint you  A picture in picture, just picture this picture I paint you  I'm swift the 5th when I grip it, it spit at an angle  You'll be stiffer than stiff, prick up sitting with angels  I'm just doing me, jewelry, blue in beads   Pinch it Pa, it's J.R., hitting hard, soon you'll see  Act a fool, we'll take you back to school like truancy  So give me my respect, I'm the best, true indeed    [Chorus 2x]  Excuse the Dip (Please)  We moving bitch (Move)  We the truth, we the proof, get use to this (Yup)  Our movement sick (Yea), your movement shit (Yea)  That's the fact, have a nap and get use to this (Yea)    [J.R. Writer]  Yo, I'm ice chained, bright rims, nice range, slice cain  Cop the pound, chop it down, rock in towns, pipe game  I can do a price change (why?), but our pack is crunk  I dont mean pass the Bronx, when I sell you Whiteplain   Look J is built, to let the .80 tilt  Gun brawl, One call, that'll get you haters killed   Snap, pop, sprayed and pilt, so friends just chill  Look here, I'm end for mills, and I aint talking baby milk   When I spray with the mag, you will play in the glad   That mean lay in the bag, like some haters that I had  Ho's I strip up in rags, serious shit  I aint talking periods when I say pussy stay in my pad   I amaze 'em like "Dag", you aint a killer please   That aint no killer weed, them nick's are filled with seeds   I hit the philippines, then cross river seas  Whole sea for a week, where I dont feel a breeze  So I got Hefner's whores, with some excellent jaw  Like the vet for sure, who want me to sex 'em raw  But I asked them more, give some head in the bed  Then whoop the chickenhead right towards the exit door  Just face it my nig, you cant stay with the kid  I got paper, gators, many flavors you dig  They just hate how I live, cuz the only time   They see me under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib    [Chorus 2x]    (I'm so bad!!!)