Fan Mail

What's up with this faggot?
 Fuck is with this nigga?
 Why is he still rapping?
 He even wears the fashion
 Shut us up to make him pop commercials smashes
 Seriously
 That's why people don't take you seriously
 That's why we don't wanna hear nothin' you say
 'Cause you ain't the man that you appear to be
 No, nigga, seriously
 We don't wanna hear your conspiracies
 And we don't wanna hear your political views 'bout extraterrestrial activities
 Look, nigga, make up your mind
 How much longer you gon' wait to decide?
 You was kickin' some dangerous lines
 Now buyin' your shit a waste of my time
 Nigga, what's up with you?
 That's why all my niggas don't fuck with you
 And that's why we don't come to your after parties
 'Cause we don't wanna hang in the club with you
 It's only two types of niggas
 A street nigga and a you type of nigga
 A coon type of nigga
 Prolly born with a noose, and a silver spoon type of nigga
 A new type of nigga
 A sell out surrounded by wealth
 You should have been one of the greats
 Now you just sound like everyone else
 Hello?
 Ah, what are you doin'? What are you doin'?
 You losin' your cool, fan basin' your viewers
 Let me show you how to flow, show you how to make music
 Obviously you clueless, how I know? 'Cause I'm Jewish
 Oh, is that unruly? If I'ma say so, ruly
 What if I stand on trial? What if I stand on jury?
 What are we on TV? Who's the judge? Judge Judy?
 What am I supposed to return all these cars and jewelry?
 Like I ain't even know how the flow supposed to go
 Like I ain't even know how the show supposed to flow
 Like I ain't even know how the beat supposed to sound
 Like I ain't even know where the notes supposed to go
 Like I ain't even know how my soul's supposed to feel
 Like I ain't supposed to win, like I ain't supposed to glow
 But you'll never understand the way that I think
 If you ain't grow up with it, sold dope before
 Oh, number one draft pick, number one draft pick
 Oh, he's nice for a black guy, oh, he's smart for a rapper
 Oh, that's who he's with? Oh, she's cute for a black chick
 Oh, he's actually cool, I went to school with him actually
 Actually, he could have has a masterpiece
 Now it's just a fuckin' catastrophe
 Anyway, get fists on a fire
 Tell him send it over to Mastra