Thank Me Now.

y'all better bump some Mase to 'Welcome Back'

like whitney coming off the crack

your favourite blogger's favourite blog-ger

virginia tech, columbine here to pull the trig-ger

make a bigger nigger biggie smalls out of all y'all miniature jiggas

this rhyme ain't written for all y'all to song cry

out right lie, if i ain't the "most incredible baby"

like drizzy says 'i'm just doing me'

while rest of lil' wayne-in' gibberish, A Milli

my life span, hype span length reads eternally

spitting on the internet, like pornstars do... Ron Jeremy

got girls, girls, girls tellin' us to "COME HIT THIS"

got all you wannabe rappers flowin' with lisps

knowin' we just elevatin' with style so crisp

like winter winds Marilyn Munroe-in' girls' skirts

you reversing, we accelerating bound to leave you in dirt

like the national anthem got you thinking, WTF? is girt?

All i hear is everyone going on about their swagga

add it all up got about as much as Hagrid in Harry Potta

all your verses so Dumbledore

receiving WAMS of about forty four

like golf on tv, such a bore, making whole families snore

if rap is your bread and butter,

i suggest you find a new career path

'cause i did the math,

and with all that shit you bitches mutter

i'll be seeing y'all sleeping in gutters... shit poor

In conclusion,

i'd like to clear up any confusion

regarding the Andy, Indy, Crez, Prez, Twilight fusion

Come Hit This got flow for show

got girls, girls, girls readying to get down, down, down, down, down (sample)

we all so straight... up

you all oh-so-homo, getting down, down, down, down down (sample) on boys, boys, boys

like you're addicted to boys

rockin' your pink tee's, all pink everything

pink cards, pink cars, all pink everything

our girls are blackbirds

you wanting to ride Dillinger...

remember...

we Jay Sean-ing,

you's just Lil' Wayne-nin',

we the stars and y'all just featurin'