VERSE #1
Normally I won’t acknowledge these niggaz..
But he gon’ put my name in it for no reason, it figures.
Just another lame, attempting to call out my name
And I been in this situation before man, they’re all the same.
Nobody told ya, Mister Dosia..
I’ll go that extra mile just so I can expose ya!
I’ll take it easy baby boi, I won’t go hard-on-ya..
Michael Wallace, an embarrassment to Santa Barb-a-ra!
What’s ya story yo? Were you a baby oreo?..
Melatto skin…girly skin…pretending to be Mexican.
For fucks sake, you’re doin shows at the SoHo..
You ain’t doin nothing big kid, this shows dat you’re loco.
A family restaurant what your callin a venue..
Only thing hot on a night that you’re there comes off the menu!
Even your crew tends to look at you oddly..
7 years deep in the game and you’re still a NOBODY!
HOOK (2x’s):
If you push me…I’ma shove you…
You a pussy little punk, I’m above you.
Another easy obstacle that I can run thru..
Yung Dos, you a hoe, you got nowhere to run to.
VERSE #2
So you think my rhymes are simple and basic..
But I’m better than you on every level nigga, let’s face it.
Even your girl Carly don’t wanna get stuck wit you..
..sitting shakin her wondering just what to do.
She’s just another groupie to me, I ain’t gotta steal her..
She been thinking of me ever since y’all trip to Catalina.
Now I know that this may come as a shock..
But I’ve had my fingers all up in your ‘Kellog’s’ box! HA!
This ain’t the Titanic…no need to go overboard..
But I can clown on you for days and still continue furthermore.
You ain’t about shit. Boy you need to quit..
Tryin to hop up like a bunny rabbit on Damizza dick.
On youtube talking shit about the man..
Just to turn around, two faced, and shake his homies hands!?
Don’t go actin like you don’t know what I’m talking about..
The lies’ll drown you out when they start pouring up out ya mouth!
HOOK (Repeats 2x’s)
VERSE #3
So it’s time to put this all to bed..
Posing-ass fake nigga need to quit while you’re ahead.
Real talk Michael, you’re a disgrace..
..wish I could smack that Gomez Addams-lookin mustache off ya face!
So the label that you fuck wit is called “Real Life”?..
But to live a life…first you gotta have a life! (niggaaaa)
When you said you called out GUILTY, man I simply laughed..
..yea you called ‘em alright! …lookin to COLLAB!
Only way you’d ever fuck wit GUILTY..
Is if you caught judgement in court of a government buildin!
Broken hearted…the beat in your chest stops.
Keep doin shows in family restaurants!
‘Till then, I’ma keep doin me..
Big Money…Big Shows…we talking real BIG THINGS!
I’m in Chicago if you’re lookin fah’ beef..
Like a flu virus nigga, you can find me in the streets!
HOOK (Repeats 2x’s)