If success was based on talentnGod-des would be the only residentnThis rap industry is negligentnDependent on bitches and hoes and being violentnYour repetitiveness is punishmentnIts evidentnThat this dyke is bout to be the rap presidentnMy style fresh while you about to form it intelligencenWit the flow so eloquentnIm not for sale or rentnI stay true to my documentnMy intent is apparent to make every other MC subservientnIts pure embarrassment that you gotta usenLadies with fake titties as ornamentsnI understand thoughnYou’re money’s well spentnCuz that’s the only thing you have to make your record hitnThere’s gotta be a misprint that hip hop is what you came to representnUnlike me, you’re not ready dog, you’re impotentnnKeeping it real, with that new sex appeal nThat all the ladies wanna feelnWithout sucking a dicknIm making itnSo let me hear you say “Oh, shit” (x2)nnI licked your ladies clit, is that appropriate?nI don’t care, im never gonna quitnIm an advocate, never couterfit,nMore immaculate than MadonnanHey dog im not discriminatenBut you never made your lady cum with your dicknI made your lady cum in less than a minutenOne minute, one minute, one minute,nGod-des im onnnYoure the opposite of sex for god-des they commitnLike a marriage that I cant have, its unfortunatenThat you wont permit my love to be legitnYoure the twit cuz every second you lose more ladies to this pimpnMy sex is a favoritenLike the rhymes I spit,nI leave an impact that’s permanentnnKeeping it real, with that new sex appeal nThat all the ladies wanna feelnWithout sucking a dicknIm making itnSo let me hear you say “Oh, shit” (x3)nnHey, yo, im keeping it real, with that new sex appeal nThat all the ladies wanna feelnWithout sucking a dicknStraight lickin the clitnSo let me hear you say “Oh, shit” nOh, shitnOh, shitnOh, shitnOh, shitn