Well it's the clown prince of the rhyming with a buzz like a bee hive

Always willing to separate a slut from her Levi's

And I don't need 3 tries like some of these weak guys

I'll tell 'em sweet lies until I'm stuck in-between thighs

I get a rush sippin suds with lightweights

Pass my glass of Vodka ask 'em how the spite tastes

For Christ sake this nigga's as cold as the ice age

Here I go again taking cheap shots at White Snake

And just as the Starship faced terrible hardship

Nothings gonna stop us now from settin' the mosh pit

Whenever the Logic and Lexicon mix

It' upsets your mom quick 'cause we're a step beyond sick

Runnin up on stage with a motherf**kin' gun out

Throw them hands in the air before I let them dum dum's out

I'm sellin' records nigga, makin' a killin'

At your crib with a black ski mask, makin' a killin'

Makin' a million before I'm 30

If not I'm gettin' dirty

Beat you with a 3 Iron until you see the birdies

You ain't under-par, leave you under a car

With big-foot monster trucks lining up from afar

Celph Titled's a star

Get my pimp cup filled at the bar

Bitches massaging me and feeling my scars

And after they're through, get the f**k out my bed

Impale your skull with my CD, now you got my song stuck in your head!

Rock to the rhythm with them

Got to give it to them

Got to give a lot more than the minimum

Rock to the rhythm with them

Got to give it to them

Go to give a lot more

You gotta rock to the rhythm, can't just say that

You gotta display that, s**t man no time to be laid back

Ryu, Celph, J, and Louis on the same track

With the L, give them hell, swingin' like its payback

Wrote a song that's not d**e we can change that

Oak's at your door to repair that s**t like Maytag

Not for nothin' cause you know we need a wage, Jack

"F**k you, pay me", ya S.O.B. explain that

We'll take the money to the bar with the same cats

Who can out-drink anybody from here to White Plaines and back

Youth Is Yours, motherf**ker where's your brain at?

2004, we get more spins than Pat Sajak

I was young man, a little kid in big sneakers

Attitude and ego twice the size of the speakers

I met hip hop, dated her, f**ked her

Fell madly in love, and eventually I hated her

It was all her, I said it was me

Started to see other people, so goes the story

And me? I went right for her older sister

Every girl in her family I probably kissed her

And her? Depressed by her dude of the day

So she was vibin' pretty hard when I saw her yesterday

Me and the crew got her drunk and wild

And now she can't seem to wipe the smile

Yo when I rock it's like I'm poppin' off gats

With sharpened up raps that penetrate tanks in Iraq

You fakin' them jacks

I'ma start drinkin' then snap

Your ankle and dangle you off the (?) map

Yo who that? (??) guzzling rum

Life of the party with balls like I'm smuggling plums

I'm on the above, cocky, arrogant, great range

Ain't been in a damn battle since I was in the 8th grade

So you wanna freestyle? The answer is no

Take your faggot Von Dutch hat and pamper to go

Teach you how to stunt quick; I'm a dick when I get dough

I'm spending my whole rip on a bottle and 6 hoes

J-Zone you can't beat with a bat, you need to relax

I got a big dick and big ego to match

You actin' hard at your show

10 years ago I bet you wore your pants backwards and listened to Quo

So kill that b******t around me playa

Attitude is gettin' worse and I ain't even on a major

I walk with a swagger like I owe you bastards

Like Suge owns everybody's masters

I like musical hoes, yup, that's my weakness

And your gave my balls the harmonica treatment

"F**k you prick! Eat a dick" is my motto

I'm not the type to pay a trick; she's better off hittin' lotto