All of you cock-pullers are frontin

Wave your arms around like your some octopus or somethin

To better ya

For any chick you want I'm gettin her

Rob people mad ignorant et cetera

Who the one to entertain and fume with

Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with

** sweet wrap it up free fix greet

Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet

Evicted -- why you tryin to find sh*t to lick with

Even your kids tell you that you ain't sh*t to Slick Rick

Though you pretend to be glory

I'm number one that's the end of the story

The black Clark Gable leave you numb

Every single one frontin on your label is a bum

Let me slow it down that's enough of that

This I have to say to you nothing other rapper cats

From New York to Cali none'll f**k with

The awkward you think Muhammad Ali used to talk sh*t

Bing This sure hit alone'll bury ya

And even I got de-ported I Own America

He's so crazy -- I smash rippin up the place

Give the mack a taste -- I wipe my a** with a rapper face

Cars come to a dead stop

Rain find ways not to drop on my headtop

Tycoon rush at the richest

Even my complexion is a must-have to b**ches

Even without car money to budget

I would have the most elegant apartment in the projects

Knahmean B**ches are in awe * at the lingo * (pronounced OAR)

Know that Rick'll put an end to all rapper income

An old-timer lock up all vagina fields

France nor Italy can f**k with my designer skills

Saltin inferior faultin to where we are

Tryin to find fault in superior

Let me slow it down that's enough of that

This I have to say to you nothing other rapper cats

You lack the taste hook I'm stickin em with

While degenrate like yourself make our race look ignorant (mm)

And your girlfriend wanna kiss and deploy

Bout in the groin gets none of this tenderloin

Feet planted on deep black firmament

Bow -- in the presence of who lead rap permanent

Like a lion rap rips a chunk of kids

You stunk cause mortals ain't sh*t to conquer

Somebody said new pharoahes have appeared

How when everything I wore ten years ago you wear now

I coulda murder heard a word out quick Rick stomp it kid

Hung to it you complete bum to Rick

Source Awards yeah Rick every seminar

Even make Sadaam Hussein tell me where the weapon are (mm-hmm)

Let me slow it down that's enough of that

This I have to say to you nothing other rapper cats