Here's my advice to all amateurs planning to give a performance.
Speak up and keep the act moving.
Third B-A-S-S-B-A-C-E.
Success is but a search of space.
Spoken slang gets played like the lottery.
Your lyrics are incorrect.
So you step to me looking for the key to release that first piece.
Three times two is six.
Peter's one three.
I'm the other half known as the other trait torn of wild scream.
The third son's born sworn to the lyrics.
The search is your father screaming, hey ladies, why bother?
Can you be so stupid?
Don't let things go wrong.
How can you be so stupid?
Don't let things go wrong.
Son, slim ones flee from the third word.
Spoken a silver spoon stuck in a throat.
Young, useless, lyrically careless.
Rhyme evolves around modes of mindless.
If everyone spoke of a stick of its pick up or beast.
Prone to a lick of a waste.
Taste and flavor the original.
Orphan trio abandoned by lyrical thrust.
The echelon exposed with a row and no soul.
Counterfeit style porn sworn and sold.
Out with high voice distorted.
If a beast to his plate fetus, I'd have him aborted.
Can you be so stupid?
Don't let, don't let, don't let me jump now.
Can you be so stupid?
Don't let me jump, don't let me jump, don't let me jump now.
Put to bed three kids to a third track.
Cap the front and grip.
When they heard that, the crew from the LQ stopped.

Step to the club, Mars.
Shook the beast and soon to be dub-starred.
Starring old stone fakes from the brothers.
Ludicrous whining.
Winning when the others stand by and while they take the fall.
The beast now lives in the capital.
Wreck it, wreck sets.
Def Jam a true wrecker.
The label is nothing but MC Black and Decker.
Three boys bug into the AM.
You step to the search and I slam.
Can you be so stupid?
Don't let, don't let, don't let me jump now.
Negative mind.
Pay the snakes who can't rhyme.
Play the dude.
It's sucker time.
I stand, I take, I bust.
And my nun gave birth to three *** sons.
A record label, a king, a fourth letter.
Passing phases, non-legitimate trendsetters.
Pop figures who figure they get paid.
Splitted art the black man made.
Played out hardcore floors, stepped the stage.
Your biggest fan nine years of age.
Broke out cause the swindling took your ducat.
No talent on a tool, you might as well suck it.
Yo search, you know about that slum I'm speaking on?
Word is born, clean school.
You know about that slum?
Silver spoon having buckshot acne.
Showing L.A. weak ass.
Sell out, non-legitimate.
Tip dog injecting pseudo-intellectual.
Dust smoking, pretty boy playwright posing.
Volkswagen whining, annoying.
Def Jam reject devil.
White bread, old money having slum.
Village people cloning stepchildren.
Sam sever.
Said the rest.
Yo Sam.
School.
Kids mayonnaise

but he knows that he is stupid
Almost makes him smart.
Catch listen.
Crooked face.
Don't do stye in noties.
Stupid.
Sure did.
We'll be right back.
Let's listen.
Let's listen.
Let's listen.