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Published on Sep 22, 2011
All you wack emcee's step to the rear, son, cuz I'm takin' over, (young b) What's my name?, (young b) one more time, (young b)
young b universal, first take, no rehearsal, these rapper's lookin' barney purple, stayin' hidden in their shells like squirtle, watch how easily my words flow,
that's my name, and don't wear it out, 1 time a day, that's the limit, don't let it slip out ya' mouth more than that, I might have to hit you with a baked potato grown in the south, I'm a rebel, all I do it throw pebbles at ya' house, you come home, looks like a war zone on your thrown, plus you're accident prone, you slip on the porch, (oh no), now you got EMS at your door, young b on the night shift, (oh lord),
let me be honest, my name is paul, they took me off the market like tylonol, said they had reason to believe i'm fraud, that's some B/S, send some mail to my address, sayin', "nah, it was just a mix-up", like blender, i render all contenders and smash up the fenders on their brand new bentlers, oops, i mean bentley, funny how i can't stay fresh like the beat, you can't see me in the streets cuz i remain discrete, yet like a broken air condition i spit that heat,
when you hear that, you better duck, otherwise luck is gonna hit you in your finn like huck (huckleberry finn), i pull out like feathers on a pluck, then like the contents in a microwave after it goes (DING DING) your done, yeah, but, i keep my mind on the main cause, while others applaud to wayne, and not pac, i can't even wash my clothes, cuz there's a huge wasp in the garage, generously donate some spray before I get caught by Mr. Buzz Buzz,