Cash still trying to bash, talking how he's a star
Rapping about galaxies, like he came from a far
When he's behind his computer probably just down the street
Who's pitiful? I'm not the pitbull, but boy do I have a treat
You are not a champion, but sounds like you're on repeat
I got your back against the wall, and their is no retreat
Claiming you can't be beat
Someone I can't defeat
Please
This is no meet and greet
So go ahead, and grab a seat
Before I knock you off your feet
Where are your manners, you so-called gentleman
You think your ahead of me, you simpleton
With simple puns
Your flow is nothing like heavenly, go back to the temple son
Brush your teeth and spit like I'm spitting, that's a dental pun
Come around here and I'll pop your *** like a pimple
Son
And please don't save the last dance for me
Everyday I feel like God has plans for me
You probably shouldn't give me a chance, I'll be
A star and the brightest
Even if I am the whitest
I'll take advantage of an opportunity, even if it's the slightest
I'm also one of the flyest
Because I am the highest
Playing quarterback, I got the touch like Midas