I start to rata tata tata you wanna know what's the matter
Your ears start to shatter but I cannot repair the latter
You mad like the hatter grew up without a father
So you rather be badder do what you gotta don't even bother
You claim you coming from the projects showing disrespect
Breaking necks collecting fat cheques,
You never missing with the dissing
No half stepping no ass kissing forked tongue so I hear you hissing
Listen! It sounds like someone pissing I'm wishing you change your mission
But your hands are itching wanna be rich and,
Famous! You know that they will blame us
You talk so much shit that they think you come from another planet your anus