Lu myself,nFirst of all accuse myself, of being a fool,nAll attempts to school myself have failed,nTo improve means to remove myselfnfrom this pool of sharks, dark is the mood I felt,nI'm losin' fuel, its all the food I refused myself,nThat's how you do (how we do) when you do yourself,nAnd if I lose, I can never excuse myself,n'Til I grow old, sit back and accrue my wealth,nYou dont stand a chance,nMatter of fact, you dont have half the stance (nope,)nTo stand if you stood half a chancenLike C-H-A, to dance with this man from the C-H-A'snGive it up, just abandon plans,nSince you dont have half the stance like an amputee,nYou dont have half the pants that it takes to command a family,nA fan, or command a fee,nSo you will never get the ransom you demand from me!nThe good news-- my foot's loose, my hands is free,nSo I dance all foot-loose and fancy free,nBig ups to Footloose and all the fans of me,nMy fanbase spans from Vans to Timberlands,nFrom mansions to section 8 campers, B,nIm they chamion and I aint even sound standard, seenI been lamping,nWhipping up an answer to these rappers,nWho got it backwards likenzippin up their pants to peenLike I'm just a rapper, and I ain't dapper,nI'm frequently fly, I can go to France for free,nAnd I ain't no fan and base, cookin up grams of seed,nWeighin it wet, stretchin O's like rubber bands, to feed! (Whoo!)nLike I was white boy, 100 grand a keynWhat I'm supposed to do with this little chump-ass, punk cash advance that they handed me?nI came back with birds like Brandon Lee,nI came back with words and stanzas, G,nTold ya, write back, like StannAnd I'm 'a stand till it answers me!nI'm concentratin' man, thats why I'm a oscillatin' fan (no, no) when they wanna shake hands with menIt sucks right now,nWhen you hear it, your spirit just dampens, BnLike, damn, that was my man, what the hell happened to he?nHis fan base is disbandin, B,n'Cause his lyrics dont mirror when he first landed, see,nSo give it to this lamb to please, so help me God I'm 'a kill it, thats my wordnRemove this blindfold, justnGive us a chance to see,nAnd I'm 'a quit it the minute it abandons me,nMy plan's to be,nHere for a minute then im finished, I'm vamping, GnMost of these cats is pussies, pearl-tongues, oysters and clams to me,nFlinstone money,nCan't even stand bein' in they glances, jeez,nThey say its lookin good, but from my vantage, BnShit is sinkin like Atlantis benI'm more set than Atlantis...n(whispering/mumbling)nWhat, you ain't understanding me?nAm I speaking Spanish, B?!nWell adios, homes,nI look like a sloppy joe? (yeah),nWhat am I, a Manwich, B?nI gotta Big Mac, if you want a sandwich, G,nWho else you know keep the Micky D tucked,nWith the Windy on his shoulders?nI told ya...nGive it up dog, its overn(Music slows, stops)