Gimme whatcha got for my new rhyme attack
You can give me the hits but you can't take 'em back
Come on bitch, why don't you talk some more smack
What are you scared that I came on strong with this new mack
Or is it that I go on and on about shit, this and that
Is it only because of my self-respect that I lack?
Or the fact that I'm too much of a smartass, a sharp tack
In the back of all the posers that go on and act whack
When they can't predict what I'm about to do in my next act
As a matter of fact, I'm so tired of all this that I've rapped
I think that I'll retire and go take a long nap
But before I go I just have one thing snap back
I'm the coolest motha fucka around, and that's a fact!