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'
