Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "I'm k**er Mike, I'm k**er Mike, I'm k**er Mike, I'm k**er Mike"}
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
(Verse 1: k**er Mike)
f** rap, rap's near d**h, bloated and sick
Too many n***az still ride, Big and Pac's dick
f** that, next year, they more deader
And I write more rhymes, more deadly and more better
Then the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote
And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote
Some music to madness, let the anger k** the pain and the sadness
f** the f*g sh**, keep it k**er with the rap sh**
Hard rock when you rock sh**, back to the block freestyle pop lock sh**
Back to the basics with the f** a cop sh**
Rock pussies rap on some pop sh**, sing like they rap
Soft and frail, these spirits, didn't have the heart to smell
This is no pain, and it's high octane
A bad brain, on Kobain
Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "k**er Mike, who's the man, k**er Mike, who's the man"}
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "k**er Mike, who's the man, k**er Mike, who's the man"}
(Verse 2: k**er Mike)
God damnit rappers chitter chattar, on any subject matter
But really does the subject really matter
Pa** the guns and blood splatter, does anything f**in' matter
Pa** Cristal, pissed off, f**in' right I'm pissed off
And you a pistol, yo why the f** do critics (?)
Now wait a second, don't like what I'm saying
Make a record, and I'll be glad when
My music gets mad again, new school Ice Cube
"f** you k**er Mike!" Yeah f** you too
No this ain't yo mama's music
It's a drug if you like it, please abuse it
Here's a cool meth-amphetamine for teens
Nightmares comin', crushing ya f**in' dreams, ultra-shock
Rap rock, bringin' the bars back to rock and hip-hop
Spit it, venom non-stop
Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "Hip-Hop is, k**er Mike, Hip-Hop is, k**er Mike"}
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "Hip-Hop is, k**er Mike, Hip-Hop is, k**er Mike"}
(Verse 3: k**er Mike)
Knew it was a bad day when I woke up
N-W-A's gonna raise(?) broke up
Damn prayers ain't move the units that they should've
Rappers on top don't spit like they could've
I pledge allegiance to the hard, core
How I give it to you, hard, raw
Ay, a beautiful site to be seen
There's a mosh pit packed with wild teens
Hangin' onto every word that we spit
Ready to rip, rock, and tear sh**
Self-pity's f**in' up my music man
Whine like a b**h or stand and be a man
There's +Black Sabbath+, I'm smoking in a +Zeppelin+
Pumpin' +Metallica+, hand on my weapon
f** you and the bed yo b**h slept in
k**er-k** keeps it real, hardcore is what I'm reppin'
Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "I run sh**, k**er Mike, I run sh**, k**er Mike"}
Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared
{scratched: "I run sh**, k**er Mike, I run sh**, k**er Mike"}
Rap is dead, k**er Mike