My girl is white, my game ain't tight

You ever, ever, try to tell me you don't like this jam
and first I'll be like, Say swear to God,
and then I'll be like, You's a LIAR,
and then I'll tell the bouncer to throw you out the club like you're Jazz and he's Uncle Phil.

I don't need your kind in my life, you people who don't care for some sulky/comedic rappin coupled with the freshest beat south of the 10 freeway and a KRS snippet. We can't be friends or bedroom partners so keep it movin, buddy.



I'm far from hard, emotionally scarred
On Pico Boulevard I was regarded as a retard

I make myself sick, get on my own nerves
Immature, insecure, grown-up nerd
Has-been MC
On a label that's unstable
Choppin' bliggy on a table.

What's up Fatlip