Joell Ortiz - Who Dat (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse: Joell Ortiz] Who dat, who dat, who dat, who else but me? My bars make me insecure call myself ugly Been a man since I fell out of Michelle's tummy Forever Joell's hungry and everyone smells yummy! I don't need nobody help I got myself money Pants never sag, can't nobody take the belt from me I'm on fire -- the temperature in hell's lovely I don't miss a beat like the Energizer Cell bunny Some'n numb cause I spit crack There's clothing stores between me and these rappers: a big Gap So far ahead that I could sit back Cause when that startin' pistol bark these n***as start I'm on my fifth lap They won't say it but I will, "This kid's wack!" Him against me give me a break: Kit-Kat On my off day I off these n***as Make 'em tap out like Dorothy's slippers I'm tired of new dudes sayin' they the next star And old dudes hangin' 'round like Brett Favre You think you'll do Joell some harm? Then put your helmet on I'll expose you b**hes like the X-bar 'Til I get what I deserve, ain't nobody safe Wild, Wild West, watch the mess that my shotty make Before rap, I was standin' in that lobby late Makin' sure lil man upstairs on that pottycake I'm a dope boy, that happens to rap Dope boy that's why you'll find me on 2dopeboyz I got this hip-hop game on smash Website's not right if they don't play my Puerto Rican a**! Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat? Yaowa! In a Brooklyn bar with a few Jack towers b**h on my arm like a new tat: flower Finna get beat up like a dude that, cowers Know it's frustrating, tryin' ya best daddy I get on beats and just Coast like West Cali I'm a monster my balls wanna s** Halle Your boy brought New York back like a Mets rally! Flow for hire, anybody need a ghostwriter? Give you a rhyme so pyro -- no fire! And I don't need my name in the credits Just show a n***a love, but some change in my debit Every one of my peers is on they way to the exit The game's under repair, couple changes and edits Rule number one, listen up brothers I know y'all wanna be cool but stop squeezin' into nut huggers! Rule number two: have your own opinion Just cause he play for Duke don't mean he nicer than homie from Old Dominion And rule number three? Come f** with me Cause I'm just like every one of my hoes: s**a free I ain't gotta be on Twitter to get at you Here go fifty bars, and I'm so nice, I'll talk the last two, hehe