Dandruff, black tee's the canvas
b*tches can't stand it at my school, they think I'm a fool
They think I'm rancid, maybe it's true
Goddammit, maybe I am, Pom Chow used to chewin' them crayons
Favorite gang was them Yoohoo cans
Bart Simpson was like my Guru man
Now it's all about Homothugs the band
Matter of fact, Homothugs' the fam
Yo, you gay right? That's what everyone's askin'
Back to the raps, you overrated in rappin'
That's right, it's funny when people ignore me
Cause y'all more fake than Bible stories
Kill it in the cypher, get tribal glory
Homo tribe run sh*t, got no rivals for me
Don't believe in the Saint, ? odds
And I ain't talkin' 'bout a gun when I say Colt 45
And hell yeah I got pride for N-Y
But of course Simpson's gotta make everything ill die
They basically kill anything that is fly
Spendin' hours at a time to look like they didn't try
Ruining everything from A-B-C to Bedstuy
And this stupid recession, pops just got fired
Oh I forgot, but they callin' it laid off
New York's f*cked up from Marrill Lynch to Madoff
Cops give bullsh*t tickets, they get paid off
That's post-Giuliani, just call it post-Adolf
Hitler's takin' New York from summer to winter
Tryin' to keep warm, sippin' on malt liquor
Lip blister lack of chapstick, nawhattamean?
Stay dirty, but forward the ass, come keep my di*k clean
And when I spit, people wish they was on this team
Don't admit and some hate just cause I'm 16
f*ck 'em