You know a rapper don't even introduce me
I know you think I’m a rapper the title don’t really suit me
 I’d love to be called a rappers but rappers are really groupies
 And groupies wanna be rappers
 Call me a rapper loosely
 Wouldn’t wanna be in a similar category
 Of anyone with a story
 For Jerry Springer or Maury
 Story’s a made up story
 Your story don’t add up for me
 We in a world where publicity stunting is mandatory
 Either you’re super Dave or a stupid slave
 or acting a stupid slave cuz ya trying to be super paid
 Listened to all ya tunes what is this autotune
 If this was the NBA then you all woulda got a broom
 Woulda Swept ya right out the series
 For copying other plays
 It worked for the other team
 So you trying to throw up a tre
 I would empty the bench and replace all you clowns any day
 Who told you you could be Jesus shuttles worth anyway
 Think ya balling you Bynum look at ya Andrew
 You tried to play all ya cards but look what ya hand drew
 Is it the love or the money why you in the game fool
 You can ball but you money won’t buy you an ankle
 loss ima hand you cuz the stupidness man do
 But see there’s an amount of stupidness that I can handle
 You should give an example
 Everyones an example
 Pure as a virgin until they get ran through
 Ugh if ya hoping to see me miss
 Hoping to see me fail
 Hope that you get ya wish
 Those sleeping on me
 Should be sleeping on this
 Help you to make ya bed
 Help you to dig a ditch
 Those who never ever don’t anything on my list
 They can say what they want
 They don’t even exist
 Hope that you keep my name on the tip of your bottom lip
 You can jump off a cliff
 Hope ya parachute doesn’t fit
 And even some I respect
 Would lose it all for a check
 And then not even get the check
 Reason to get upset
 But ain’t gettin emotional
 Im just not being sociable
 Even though that’s what Nancy my publicist say I’m supposed to do
 Excuse me if I don’t wanna do the interview
 They see through and I’m the one that got the inner view
 But Koopa how can you talk because we ain’t been hearing you
 You know it always gets hotter after the winters through
 They say youre a genius
 I say youre a Beavis No pledging allegiance
 They’ll say you’re the meanest But they don’t even mean it
 You know that they really gon ride a wave when convinient
 I’m glad that everybody learned how to surf
 but I’m shark under that water that’s emerging to murk
 Fresh like I’m allergic to dirt
 So when I kill em all I’ll try not to get blood on my shirt
 Every verse is a keeper
 Ain’t a price for a feature
 I just do em to do em
 My pockets don’t really need ya
 If dissing is your procedure
 Promise you I’ll delete ya
 Trying to stay in my lane but you mention me and it’s either
 Yeah I’ll set up corpse
 You can go pick the artist
 I’ll wet up the charts
 Never said I was perfect I’m not better than y’all
 But if we talking bout rapping that not better is false
 If money talks what is your conversation
 Cuz you show me you got a real lack [bad word]  Rappers, I appreciate inspiration
 As long as they don’t confuse inspiration for
 Immatation
 The thought or the implication of that would be blasphemous
 Snatch the words out the mouth of whoever vocab it is
 If that rapping is rap I’m unrappinng they packages
 Then I repackage it up just to show ya what rapping is [bad word] We should start a petition
 For every person that’s still in a major label position
 Obvious that you idiots never paid for tuition
 You switched up the definition you calling that a musician
 Listen, I’m on a mission
 So you just get in the car
 Voices all in my ear say try not to get involved
 Didn’t give me the option but ima get rid of ya
 The ill mind of Koopa is telling me Killem-all