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."