I'm walkin' on water, while you're stepping in shit
The truth is brutal your grandma's kugel
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am?
Kings County is my stomping ground
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootin' skeet
With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle
I didn't touch your hand man, you know its all ball
With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit
'Cause I've got more rhymes, than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
With your ticky tack calls, didn't touch you at all
I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat
Now talk about your face, now don't get pissed
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
But I suggest you see a dermatologist
But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
But when you break it down, you've only got two songs
'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
I keep that hot sauce hot, not mild and weak
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting
Come on in, now I read about you up on page six
You people call yourselves MC's, but you're garbage men
You sold a few records, but don't get slick
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
You've been in the game, your career is long
So put a quarter in your ass, 'cause you played yourself
So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
They was trashin' your ass, it's sad you're getting dissed
In the animal kingdom they call it presenting
I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina
I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
You're hearing me and you're like "Oh my god its Sasquatch!"
