[Verse 1] Show's over? I think not Your slingshot ain't big enough, I'm cold-shoulderin' you stink snots Beer budget with a wine gla** fetish Teenyboppers ask me "Danny, where yo' fine a** headed?" To the studio, I'm due at 10 to 6 And if I show up late my boys'll never let me hear the end of it But I ain't trippin' cause my penmanship is venomous You send this sh** to Finland n***a, postage'll cost ya I snatch the mic from rap imposters Cover they mouth up with my hand, NOW get your money little muffled frat boy You should've got them sk**s when you was gettin' that degree Cause all them sk**s you got, you was gettin' that from me I rock a stocking mask, bumpin' rock, hip-hop and jazz Disguised at shows, while I commence to do the Heisman on that ho, OH! No one's freakin' with these beats You n***as is full of sh** like vegans eating meat The reason D is at his peak Every dog has his season to be the leader of the meek (speech!) So even if it's weak I got enough leeway to give "Charm" a re-release A bonus DVD and I'm back! But I'm still here Livin' off of my royalties for twelve years House slippers, smelly beard Walkin' 'round the house with a Folder full of accolades I've accumulated over the years And letters from my fans, all of whom I'd owe my career But 'til I retire, I'm still a villain for hire Still in the fire, feelin' like a million Mariahs You still in the buggy? I'm stealin' ya tires, have a Goodyear