No Ho's, No Spinning Rims, No Bullshit.

I'm one of those people that say "F**K YOU" to 'rap artist' that suck, yet are played on the radio a million times a day. They're killing something a lot of REAL people are passionate about. Tired of b******s doing it for money... Yeah, you gotta get paid

So you wanna go from rags to riches,

Prostitutes to private b*****s,

McDonalds to something that's actually nutritious!

Sharpen your canines and let's get vicious,

Beef from this game can be... mmm! Delicious!

Ya give em tracks that are nothing but lip,

Nobody wants to hear nonsense about true friendship and fighting censorship,

Give em that new dance-

Let them know bout all the gold you got by chance,

The money in advance,

And it's all about f****n', there's no romance-

I'm sure the dumbasses will appreciate that.

Hip hop is backwards,

Now it's not about the music, it's about the chains you got when you skip on television,

This causes a collision with true reality-

Teach the kids bad aim,

They ain't concerned about realness,

So I'd like to call this a video game-

Pac-Man is running away from old ghosts for the high score,

Once he gets a pill, he feels good enough to eat em,

Like a submissive slave for a w***e.

Man, my ears have never been so sore!

Music is a career- not a job that you half-a*s once a year.

Drop an album that sounds real whack-

But you market it to get people addicted like crack...

The senseless are left cents less. Damn...

F**k the radiostation- what the heck?

At least I got my CD player and tape deck. Heh.