Here we go again, prepare to meet your end Just looked you up on Facebook, you have zero friends This kid's a loser, yo, he ain't even kissed a girl You write her love letters, I buy her ice and pearls So how you like me now? Even Roxanne's in the background Saying, wow, bling's got style I'm off the gold chain If you a rapper, why is Chris your backup dancer? Like an extra on Soul Train I see your mommy and your daddy in that front row They must be embarrassed for you, bro You're not a real MC, you should quit hip-hop Now be a good busboy and go get your mom Bling, you don't wanna battle You're the snake without the rattle You're the boat without the paddle You're the duck without the waddle You're the horse without the saddle The ranch without the cattle The day without the shadow Son, I think you should skedaddle Kick, grapple Sayonara, punk, or even derp jay What language do I have to say it in for you to hear me clear-lay? Adios, amigo, you're over with finito This clown couldn't rap anything but my bruh Kid, you have to hold your mommy's hand before you cross the street You have to sneak out the house just to clean and sweep And now you look queasy, I made him go mute Put your camera phones up so you can post this on YouTube Truth's gotta screw loose, he's terrified to bust So lightweight that I can blow him over with a gust You're weak like seven days You deserve booze You should walk around in some high-heeled shoes You should rock pigtails and a skirt You're shaking in your boots Are your feelings getting hurt? Ooh, well, maybe I should hurt more than your feelings Maybe I should rip the roof off the dead ceiling Maybe you should start nailing his eyes or getting misty You're so whack, if you were me, you couldn't *** me Kissy, kissy, Roxanne, did you miss me? I'll take you out to dinner after I've eaten this pipsqueak And when we're on vacation, I'll let him house it Here's a couple bucks, buy yourself a better outfit You know what? You don't have a stack of cash or a flashy pad I saw you last week driving a taxi cab Your secret's out, and now they know sport We'll call you if we need a ride to an airport In fact, you can drop me off at home after this Then you can take a couple bucks back, but as a tip You're playing yourself like solitaire Telling everyone that's here that you're a millionaire You're not a baller, you're a phony I bet your whole crew is a bunch of random homies And now you lie in bed lonely Your persona's a facade The only girls you get are in the pages of a catalog Here stands Lord of the Bluffs His lies were legendary till the truth made him hush And what's funny is your truth is enough Why'd you have to make up all the money? I guess it's easier to play the role and act hard Cause you don't have the guts to tell us who you really are So you can keep a trophy that you don't deserve I might be a busboy, but you just got served