I'm finished workin on the project already
The hype prolonged it, you
couldn't handle the deadline
you tried a pop direction
We looked over your chorus
Made you softer than ever,
rap some more you should never
Becaue the melodies were cotton candy,
I heard too much pantyliner stuff
Too much model and whack- ass designer stuff,
Adolescent, let the guy know
Disrespect yo' production,
Receive the B stain on the form
Now face the two inch, reel gettin warm
Drop the top of your head
Drum machine gets smacked
I urinate on you Pro Tools
Yellow hats wearin construction gear
Tear down the knobs, off the manly
Set the focus right on fire
You better call the cops and hide
Studio booked up, New York power
play, Unique tried to ban me
Type of guy to bring Texaco gas
burn up your whole family
You're just a big talker,
Pulled the wires out the back
Defecate on your drum pads
Brown sheepskin, black execution mask
Brass out your Yamaha speakers,
other speakers I got one, with great danes,
You won't be able to duck for long,
seen niggaz in summer camp
With men- e- strual cramps
the corner with the Huggies
With the diaper rash around your pelvis
Drivin a green Volkswagen buggy,
7 foot 7 orangutang baboon face
Maryland notorious comin up the turnpike
To move your SSL board out to Richmond,
In the stationwagon, your engineer's
down, next to my cousin Bucky
Just eight other computers destroyed
The B- room is still there,