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This is the part where I'm supposed to go
Big up myself and do my promo
While I, spittin' lines, I make the peace sign
Sayin', Y'all how ya doin', y'all Feelin' fine
NO, I ain't gonna do that shit
Back biting bitchiness, one up manship
Above in the helicopters they sit the haters like flies round a fresh pile of shit
They all think I'm fly, but I think they're shit
I could sell records just by touchin my clit
on the cover of my album while takin a shit
I'll sell even more if I keep using the word shit
Who's more underground, who's more down
Who's the original , original clown
Who's your favorite puppet on a string, the tone on you phone when it goes ring ring
Who's more ghetto kid, who's been crowned
Who's got the cheapest, the cheapest sounds
Who's that other one who really can't sing, shouting, Keep it real while you shake a ting ting
This is the part where I'm supposed to go
I'm sorry I left, I didn't even let you know
I could instead start to get into the flow
and like many others, give Great Britain a blow
Saturday night in England, on the telly, fucking Cilla
She's so old, she's still there, can't believe that no one killed her
Drive by shootings happenin every single day
but British dinosaurs like her, I guess they're here to stay
Forever, forever, forever, forever
Who's more underground, who's more down
Who's the original , original clown
Who's your favorite puppet on a string, the tone on you phone when it goes ring ring
Who's more ghetto kid, who's been crowned
Who's got the cheapest, the cheapest sounds
Who's that other one who really can't sing, shouting, Keep it real while you shake a ting ting