[Intro] I'm not exactly sure why white rappers Are such a hot commoditity in my interviews Look, man... some white rappers are good... But just like most rappers... Most white rappers su*k! Ayo [Verse 1] Mister Mister M. dot, L. dot Used to sell pot Now I send my merchandise into your mailbox D. dot, I. dot Y. dot I get up on the stage and keep it thumpin' Every second of my time slot Back in high school I used to keep my eyes locked And focused on my notebook Long verses, no hooks I wasn't rappin' cuz I loved it But I was so bored during cla**es I said "f** it!" And did it just to occupy the time Lunchroom battles, I would drop the livest line And slaughter 99 Percent of any rappers in the school district This is a fact Before I EVER heard Eminem rap I was makin' 4-track tapes With rebellin' approach Then I'd go around school tellin' everyone they're dope and to buy 'em 5 bucks a pop, see you later Sold a hundred copies and I bought a five thousand dollar blazer I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you It makes me turn blue Then when they taste every drop I bleed In the eyes of the souls I feed So bring it back, come on I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you It make me turn blue Without a push, I'll be diggin' in your mind Come get youself a taste of my ignorant design, yeah (Hello Kansas City) (whaddup) And everyone else in America (Welcome to Love Potion 5, fool!) (This iiiiiiiiiiiis)(two sides, two EPs) (5!) COME ON! [Verse 2] Why is everyone obsessed with the 80s Retro act of rappers dressed like the ladies In hot pink jumpsuits, rappin' real soft Like they want a little co*kMEAT lunch, too 1, 2 Everybody asks what I think about Asher Roth I tell 'em, "I don't think about Asher Roth" I gotta pedal my foot I gotta grind 24/7 till my friggin credit is good And I just paid my bill to Wachovia Bank I bought a washcloth, scrubbed out the mold from the sink I'd like to thank every Black Clover fan I'd like to thank myself Cuz I'm the man and I can't even get a tan I'm too pasty! Criminally slept on like friggin' Cowell Bastien None of yall can ever outspace me I'll squash you all into pencil-dick midgets And give a little praise to the triple six digits Dig it, zig it, zag it, zig-zaggler Jagged little pill Batter rhythm, caterpillar hill Tryna cataclysm up b**h, I'll roll up on your crew In a caterpillar truck This gat'll peel a puck- Sized round up in your crown And you'll be found upside down in my town K. dot, C.dot, b**h Ass! (b**hes!!!) I'm buzzin' like a victor Jason Jeremy Laslow on SlimFast, come on! I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you It makes me turn blue Then when they taste every drop I bleed In the eyes of the souls I feed So bring it back, come on I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you It make me turn blue Without a push, I'll be diggin' in your mind Come get youself a taste of my ignorant design, yeah I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you It makes me turn blue Then when they taste every drop I bleed In the eyes of the souls I feed So bring it back, come on I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you I'm sick and tired of always lookin' at you It make me turn blue Without a push, I'll be diggin' in your mind Come get youself a taste of my ignorant design, yeah