Step On Up to the Plate

Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing!

Just because you bought a mic doesn't make you a contender

Anymore then a Tapout shirt make a U.F.C member

Another rap pretender heard better mixes from the blender

The only place your getting distro is off my homey Big B'S frender.

No matter how free no one wants your mix tape

Cause the only love your getting, is with pills or date rape

Sad you didn't start rapping until you first heard me

Now the only street your repin is the one called Sesame

How many people actually downloaded your track

And how many plays is you hitting reload and back

Try to keep up kid think you got the stamina

Ill flips it up in iambic pentameter

So Many Week M C's,- That Plague This game

Your Styles Are Played To Us - Your Sound Is Lame

A Fraud A Fake We Know,- What Soon will be

Destin The Halls Of make believe make-believe MC'S

We've all seen you live another mannequin who raps

About as entertain to me as an MC who naps

While were spitting Black Talons your straight drooling caps

A flow so dead your E.V.P. plays on Taps

And another thing that's vain but sad but true

There's a million of you thinking this tracks 'bout you

And everywhere I look its the same old song

But its all that hatred that's keeping me warm

See its Daddy on the mount, no need to debate it

Try to step up gets chest ventilated

So Ill keep on droppin tracks that get your girlfriend wet

And you just keep on playing fake MC on the internet!

Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing batter, swing batter batter, swing

Step on up to the plate

Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing batter, swing batter batter, swing

Step on up to the plate

(Im a shove that bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle)

With my sight beyond sight I can see what's about to happen

Your going nighty night now that its another white guy rapping

But I'm a mutant turtle and I'll leave your hare ass napping

The underdog is here and your skills I'm steady lapping