[Verse 1]
People wonder why the world don't know my fucking name, see
It Aint because I'm fucking lazy
It's cause I got a house, a wife, shitty job
Enough problems to drive a sane man fucking crazy
So What's impressing me? Nothing lately
I'm Lupe, busta Jay-Z
Mixed with XV, Usher, Shady, Chuck D, AZ
Your Gutta Gutta, Lil Chuckie, Baby
What comes with an iPod I'm a pair of fucking Dr. Beats
Let your fans hear you then fucking play me
Ask Whose Better and I bet they fucking say me,
I'm from the burbs, Notorious for BIG houses
But that don't mean my life is all fucking Gravy
Try to copy us, 10-4
I'll leave all you men numb, ten foil
Round the country where me and my men go
So tell my mom how well I'm doing
Tikki tikki tembo-no sa rembo-chari bari ruchi-pip peri pembo
I kick it like Kenpo
Keep up with my tempo
Bout to get it popping
Like prom night and pimples
Lunch break sex, nicknamed her box, bento
Other bitches try to emulator, nintendo
Baby girl must a went to Morehead
She showed me her brains Like Lord Zedd
While you were at work, right there on your dorm bed
She blew me like hot soup, had me looking for the cornbread
I'm sorry, it feels bad to diss you
She Talked bout how bad she miss you
Then got drunk, and had me help her with her daddy issues
Left her with a smile and some cum splattered tissues
That is G-Ross
And fuck if I aint putting out the most witty prose
If I were most rappers I'd use a played line about bullshit and connect it wth D Rose
Damn... hashtag meta
And since I rap that betta
When I hit the stage after you, they just clap and woo, then the crowd yells At Last Etta
My references obscure so they say I'm kinda hipster-ish,
Well hipsters make you popular, So Ill be on that hipster-ish
If your featured artist drop the ball like a fumblr
I can get you a verse in a gif like tumblr

[Verse 2]
I reference Nickelodeon so they say I'm a fucking dork
But they don't know I'm versatile, like a fucking spork
End of discussion What retort?
Give em the blues, so they copy me what a bunch of Snorks
These funny clowns starting up
They want me Dumb it down, how bout you smarten up?
I Found a niche that I'm carvin up
If you haven't found yours, you aint working hard enough
Fuck that Using qualifiers shit
If rap we're the World Cup
You wouldn't qualify for shit
Verbally, on wax, I'm like herbal t and wax when I'm murdering these tracks
Son em with my simple rhymes, I nursery these cats
They preferrin me and thats, because my absurdity is perfectly in tact
Fuck their cursory-filled hurriedly spit raps
So fluid, the way I put letters together, its cursive when I rap
Im Fly, check the mixtape theme
I've been doing this since a teen
Show up, they say no he didn't, but oh boy he did
My seer sucker collection look like Roy G Biv
Its easy to make yo chicken strip like Sanders
Cause females love us
And I aint just talking bout the dumb skinny, wild chicks, that like to be pampered
Hell, Even nerdy girls that are smart, bilt and calm adore us, like Vander
Too nice, Flanders
I'm the truth, you can never say my speech slander,
I'm a beast, cancer,
Am I the best motherfucker doing this?
I'll let the beat answer