[Intro: Big L]
..And never try to look
Or even sound like another rapper (echo)

[Intro: inZanity as fan]
Umm.. dear scuzz
I listened to the rough copy of your record
And I just want you to know how horrible it is
If I wanted to listen to an aggressive white kid
I would download some Eminem songs
Give it up now before you embarass yourself
And the people who believe in you
Signed, yours truly, and yours always
Chris Zuffranieri

[Verse 1]
Everybody listen to the styles of the drum
If you know who I am
Then you know where I’m from
Yo I’m prince of the dirty, the king of the scum
Runnin’ up on Megatron with a fuckin’ BB-gun
Everynow-and-then I like a nice broke hunny
Lindsey Lohan blows me every show for coke money
(It’s so funny) cuz all the suits don’t like this
I’ll rob Rush Limbaugh and solve the debt crisis
I fight bitches daily, from the A.M. to the night-shift
Smacked Chris Brown, (Yea see if HE likes it!)
I’m mothafuckin’ nuts, tearin’ other rapper guts
Scratchin’ at my wrist, dumpin’ salt in my razor cuts
You can’t fuck with the stoner rap and rock crew
Smokin’ with Barack and laughin’ hard watching Fox News
(Yo) all the music outta’ touch, all the G’s are flushed
And Hip-Hop done got crushed
I know it sucks and money decide too much
But why would Snoop fuck with Big-Time-Rush?
(Oooh) Don’t get my mix when it pop off
I’m just a lonely joke posin’ as a Shady knockoff
(I’m)
[Hook, Shouting]
Low, Down, Low, Down, Low, Down (repeats)

[Verse 2]
My fans are rugged and I always hate it when they play this
I haven’t blown up and sick of bein’ famous
I’ll make this, microphone bust from the spittin’
(Ughh, another white rapper? God, you must be kidding)
The last mothafucka who tried to doubt me or my slaughter
Got his left eye shot and was dumped in the fuckin’ water
I’m crazy, karate kicked a super-market greeter
Took a picture of my dick and sold the shit to Tony Weiner
I’m meaner, than any other MC without a deal
(Oh he’s unsigned? Well Golly, I doubt he’s real!)
Nowadays it’s not enough to be a spitter
I killed a kid who refused to follow me on twitter
I’m bitter, known for goofin’ off and doin’ crazy shit
I’m worse for kids than havin’ Casey Anthony to baby-sit
(Play me bitch!)
Before I lose my grip and start to freak out
Ride The Superman to the top, and fuckin’ leap out
(I’m creeped out)
Perfect bitch, call me crazy, I’m a loon
Squeezed out the jacket and pooped in the damn padded room
(Trickster!)
Sold my buddy weed laced with coke
And then he overdosed and died
And never got the joke. (Shit)
[Hook, Shouting]
Low, Down, Low, Down, Low, Down (repeats)

[Verse 3]
I went to see a shrink but I couldn’t afford the session
Drank myself retarded and fell in a deep depression
I’m guessin’ that you’d be mothafuckin’ angry too
If all the mirror showed was someone ugly looking back at you
And that’s true, I’m not hot or funny
Hip-Hop is all I got so I dare you to take it from me (Bitch)
I need the money so I’m nine to fivin’ for a price
Got my ass kicked for hustlin’ kids with loaded dice
I’ma, dirty, rotten, lice-ridden, gritty, super-villain
Illin’ every microphone, tryna’ make a fuckin’ livin’
Slaving over food for half a quarter
I smacked him in his face if he try to change his order
I’mma thief to the core but I know talk is cheap
I met Wiz Khalifa once and stole the Chuck’s off his feet (Gimme Dat!)
I’m hard to beat because I don’t fight the fair way
I’m blowing up, you dick-suck for airplay
In school I was a punk, had the Principals attention
Rolled a joint with my homework and smoked it in detention
I mentioned, Buffalo is rising from the underground
InZanity be on the mic, throw my fuckin’ name around
I’m new in town, don’t resist or try to start fightin’ back
Fuck the money and fame just show me where the mic is at!
[Hook, Shouts]
Low, Down, Low, Down, Low, Down (repeats)