Coins
    (专辑: Eviction Notice - 2011)
    
    Eat a 
dick  Or at least eat a 
Pita chip, right after I 
skeet on it you piece of shit  Tell your lie speaking lips they should try pleading fifths  More often, bitch, and refer to me as 'Your Awesomeness'  You saying me and so and so are comparable  Then I 
look up so and so and they're terrible  You disgust me  Trendy rappers fall the 
hell off the 
map  After just one listen I 
can tell off the 
bat  There will never been a 
time that I 
have to rewind it  On some 'God damn, what was that line?' shit  In fact I 
find it, rather boring's the 
category I 
put them in  Fast forward that whack verse I'd rather hear the 
hook again  I 
would rate your skills very low level  And your softness is at a 
Pillsberry dough level  Me, I've got the 
gold medal flow that'll put my on the 
freaking podium  You're child's play, you Nickolodeon  I'm about to sprinkle sodium all over them wounds  Big Wax, EOM, homie. Don't get confused  Shouldn't get your hopes up when you know you gon' lose  You won't accomplish anything, if you don't pay your dues  I'm saying, with all the 
shit I've charged to the 
game  The 
game should issue me a 
credit card in my name  No we aren't the 
same. You a 
motherfucking ant size  My catalogue's Jack's beanstalk plant size  I'm sick of y'all saying y'all spit well  When y'all shit sound like dog shit smell  Seriously, take it back and say you're joking  When you rap, everyone behind your back does that masturbating motion  I've worked hard for this  While y'all half assed it  Raised the 
white flag, mater fact, half mast it  Half this rap shit that you hear is half plastic  The 
other human half is a 
lying ass bastard  Fake biters like dentures  Writing their bios based on someone else's adventures  I 
be confusing the 
censors with the 
shit that I 
speak  Cause they don't know if it's some shit they should bleep  They're like "Damn, that the 
fifth time this week  That I've witnessed a 
sheet  Of lyrics from this geek  On my desk for inspection  To bleep or not to bleep is an excellent question  These words have yet to receive Webster's attention  Spanish Webster is still fucking with the 
gender  Only point I'm trying to make, to give em something to remember  When they're spitting on the 
microphone, or strumming on a 
Fender  These kids get mixed up like cuming in a 
blender  Same goes for you lame trolls blogging  I 
would recommend less dick riding and more jogging  You at your computer desk, sipping your Super Big Gulp  Eating Little Debbie snacks and Newton's full of fig pulp  I'm talking to you, it's sunny out, enjoy it  The 
bicycle you purchased was like money down the 
toilet  Yo, it's funny how steroided your confidence seems  When the 
last time you got laid Hipsters were rocking big jeans  2Pac was in his teens. Variations of the 
running man were popular routines  Little NAS was up in Queens yet to write. It ain't' to tell  He was still busy watching the 
Smurfs battle Gargamel  Fuck it. I'll just keep rapping great  Outside of the 
box like you used cheap packing tape  Try again. There's no time to waste  Just make sure the 
drawing board you go back to is dry erase  That shit you Sharpie ain't gone never be sharper  Unless that Magic Marker is an actual magical marker  Even then, it'd have to have a 
good battery charger  Cause I've been rapping since Eric Clapton was back with the 
Yardbirds  I 
wish you the 
best of luck  If y'all agree with me that most rappers suck  Then make like a 
rake on the 
back of a 
landscaping truck  And stand the 
fuck up