♪ You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though ♪
♪ And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for ♪
♪ You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows ♪
♪ You write normal? Fuck being normal ♪
♪ And I just bought a new raygun from the future ♪
♪ Just to come and shoot ya ♪
♪ Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad ♪
♪ 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad ♪
♪ Singin' to a man while he played piano ♪
♪ Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special ♪
♪ On the cable channel ♪
♪ So Ray J went straight to the radio station ♪
♪ The very next day ♪
♪ "Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you!" ♪
♪ Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed ♪
♪ J.J. Fad ♪
♪ Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human ♪
♪ What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman ♪
♪ Innovative and I'm made of rubber ♪
♪ So that anything you say is ricochetin' ♪
♪ Off of me and it'll glue to you and ♪
♪ I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating ♪
♪ How to give a motherfuckin' audience ♪
♪ A feeling like it's levitating, never fading ♪
♪ And I know that the haters are forever waiting ♪
♪ For the day that they can say I fell off ♪
♪ They'll be celebrating ♪
♪ 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated ♪
♪ I make elevating music, you make elevator music ♪
♪ "Oh, he's too mainstream." ♪
♪ Well, that's what they do when they get jealous ♪
♪ They confuse it ♪
♪ "It's not hip hop, it's pop" ♪
♪ 'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it ♪
♪ With rock, shock rap with Doc ♪
♪ Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it ♪
♪ "I don't know how to make songs like that" ♪
♪ "I don't know what words to use" ♪
♪ Let me know when it occurs to you ♪
♪ While I'm rippin' any one of these verses ♪
♪ That verses you ♪
♪ It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you ♪
♪ How many verses I gotta murder to ♪
♪ Prove that if you were half as nice ♪
♪ Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?! ♪
♪ Ugh, school flunkie, pill junkie ♪
♪ But look at the accolades these skills brung me ♪
♪ Full of myself, but still hungry ♪
♪ I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to ♪
♪ And I'm a million leagues above you ♪
♪ Ill when I speak in tongues ♪
♪ But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you ♪
♪ I'm drunk, so Satan, take the fucking wheel ♪
♪ I'ma sleep in the front seat ♪
♪ Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky, but funky" ♪
♪ But in my head there's something ♪
♪ I can feel tugging and struggling ♪
♪ Angels fight with devils and ♪
♪ Here's what they want from me ♪
♪ They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate ♪
♪ But if you take into consideration ♪
♪ The bitter hatred I have ♪
♪ Then you may be a little patient ♪
♪ And more sympathetic to the situation ♪
♪ And understand the discrimination ♪
♪ But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? ♪
♪ Make lemonade then! ♪
♪ But if I can't batter the women ♪
♪ How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?! ♪
♪ Don't mistake him for Satan ♪
♪ It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas ♪
♪ And take a vacation to trip a broad ♪
♪ And make her fall on her face and ♪
♪ Don't be a retard ♪
♪ Be a king? Think not ♪
♪ Why be a king when you can be a God? ♪