My time is now like John Cena/
A rare rapper who's cleana/
Then a bottle of Aquafina/
But still a beast on the mic, no one's meana/
& yes yes I'm white, let the jokes begin/
Still get more pussy then attached lesbians/
It don't matter about my clothes or the car I be in/
Just matters what I do with this paper & pen/
I'm the kinda dude that goes on ego trips/
Doesn't care when a skeeo splits/
Cuz his futures brighter then casino strips/
Call em what you want, but I've written more essays then latino clicks/
& you have the nerve to step to my face/
I'm an easy slaughter, I only write rhymes for Myspace/
So win or lose I'ma still take ya girl to my place/
Give it up cuz you can't stay at my pace/
Write rhymes behind my back, but can't say them to my face/
Cuz you're scared of what I'll do, so I commend you/
I understand you don't wanna mess with the dude that would defend you/
So here's the plan, it's simple & easy/
Go your way, I'll go mine, it'll work believe me/
You might of been Deadly but I was the Ent. ya see/
The original master of ceremonies/
Ya'll just a pair of phoneys/
Ain't shit without ya homies/
& I sware they ain't ya friends, they just hired cronies/
Bomber's a real MC on the mic I move the crowd/
I do what I do best & I do it proud/
Most of ya'll is hard of hearin so I'ma have to say it loud/
What you did I hope you are proud/
But it was for the best because 1 is great & 3 was a crowd//
