No flow white boys

you are my damn deciple

and you're failing to make my time worth your time

so take some time to write some rhymes

that actually have some damn rhymes you peasant of mine

 

im the original g all else are copying me

cant you see, youre not hot, youre not cold,

your luke warm, im rapping with my crew call me swarm

and when you breath its hot and warm

 

(mocking rap)

is what you sound like

(SPOOOSH)

is what ya mic like

 

you think you a gangster rap about gangster stuff

all the shit you talk about is just a bluff

im the king

youre the peasant

 

for christmas you aint got no preasents

you poor boy, you broke boy,

bout to start some beef so that you can eat

get time for some hot meals

 

local soup kitchen is where i look for you

standing in line just for someone to cook for you

maybe id you were a better rapper youd make some money off the game

got no one to blame

for your shitty freestyle game

 

my raps hard cant be tamed

me and you are not the same

im superior in all catagories

 

you try to be black i embrace my white

when the future comes ill be gone out of sight

because these raps i write will become ripe

kill you with this pipe, not afriad to fight

 

your beats sound like they were made with a toy piano

your voice make you sound like you have learning disabilities

follow me and ill lead you to the cause

of your retardation its an effect of the nation

 

cash around the clock, all you get is fucked from a cock

you probably like it too, "Daddy can i take two"

meet me at the Y boii meet me at my private court

when i dunk on your ass once, "mission abort"

 

running back home with your tale between your legs

all your homeboys are damn fegs

dont you see im better than you

this is only the first half of the two.