Those f**ing Beatnuts (Beatnut guys? sh**)
You know.. Jack, I've been telling you man
These guys they don't f**in know sh** about rappers
I don't understand (You know what I'm talkin about now you hear me?)
They're walkin around all talkin sh** like they're some big a** n***as
(Maaaan) They're not even f**in, they're not even n***as!
What are you talkin about, they're f**in spics! (They ain't sh**)
They got no kind of beat, they never understand the sh** (no soul)
They try to do rhymes rhymes and rhymes, sh** I can do rhymes
f** that, they don't know what the f** they're doin (wastin money)
They're drinkin drunk motherf**ers all over the place
f**in here there everywhere (never show up)
Never show up! Some kind of attitude (late all the time)
Man comin up with that sh**, sh**, whoda thought man
They get a f**in deal, I don't know (they don't deserve sh**)
"What did you say?" (I said they don't deserve sh**)
"Throw this man into the dungeon."