Scram Jones - SuperSonic (Chucky Cheese) lyrics

[Interviewer]: But why when you kick the door down do you have to trample over women and gay people? [Rhymefest]: Ha ha. Who-did I, did I trample over gay people? What did I do? [Sample of 'Supersonic' by J.J. Fad]: "It's not real hard it's plain and simple" [Verse One]: Baby C, El Che is about to drop A record like mine could never be stopped See, I'm one MC and my style is fresh Party rockin', non stoppin' and my name's Rhymefest Now here's a little somethin' 'bout p**y a** people f*ggot a** n***as they plain and simple Baby C Yo, this is for you Chuck f*ggot. AKA... "Supersonic" Interscope bought it and marketed it But everybody know you garbage kid They paid for your covers, paid for your ad But all that hype was a J.J. Fad The way they brag and they say they bad With the latest bag and the gayest swag Pants don't sag, dressed in drag Then get mad when I say they f*gs Maybelline, I'm a rap machine "Supersonic" Pink and green Blue and black, let's boo his raps If you see Charles say, "YOU ARE WACK!" No strategy or reality Came on my stage to battle me Can you believe the audacity? Brought him down to Earth like gravity You don't believe? Then talk to him [Snippet of Charles Hamilton Vs. Rhymefest battle]: "I just battled Rhymefest and that last n***a that lost to him was Eminem I lost to him and I guess I'm him again Except I'm Charles Hamilton again" [Verse Two]: Hahahaha "Supersonic" Sorry Charlie, beat me hardly Why you frontin' at your party S.O.B. you can't be serious Matter of fact, you can't beat Serius Don't make me laugh This Internet sh** got you ga**ed You Chucky Cheese you make me feel Like I could grab your neck you'll be like "chill chill" That sound familiar Real hip hop, this sound will k** ya He's so soft I'll brush him off Go play Rock Band with Asher Roth You from Cleveland claimin' Harlem Brooklyn Girls? This guy's got problems I'm from Chi-Town where they'll rob him Stay at home and stick to bloggin' Cause I'm a goblin Eat yo food and leave you starvin' "Supersonic" He's s**in' helium Wearin' sweaters extra smedium I don't know where his label's leading him I don't know what Iovine is feedin' him I don't even know what the f** they see in him Battle Rhymefest? What's the reasonin'? That's why his fans is leavin' him And if I see him I'll probably pee on him Indian burn with a Charlie horse And all he'll say is "Sorry boss!" "Supersonic" [Rhymefest talking]: Yo, I don't even know why I'm wasting my time battling this. His album ain't even gonna drop! I got a f**in' Grammy! Yo, I know you gon' dress gay even before you get dressed in the morning. You know what? Hit it Baby C! [Verse Three]: Revenge Of The Nerds but it stars Charles Hamilton Cause it's like I'm battling Lamar with a javelin When did it become cool not to be masculine? Somebody need to go and contact his management Feminine, him again, ain't no way that he can win Send him in, throw him in the water for the fishermen Everybody tired of him so they call him Michelin Leave him on an island all alone like he Gilligan ?, is it real, sippin' on a ginger ale Sweeter than a Zinfandel, lookin' like a Chippendale Sweet N Low, here we go, home I'll be at your show If you try to kick a show I'll throw a Riddick Bowe [Rhymefest talking]: Hold on, hold up, hold up, hold up. Yo, yo, yo Charles you so nice with the lyrics. Show the people how you get down [A bunch of crazy sh**]: [Rhymefest talking]: Yeah, yeah that's it. That was it. Yo yo. Somebody get this kid a record deal. And Chuck keep my name out your mouth and release the tapes. Before I PM Dawn your a**. Lil' punk