1st verse:

Oh yea! Guess who's back
Mr. All up in your face like yes you wack
Motherfucker, I address you fags
With a S on my chest here to rescue rap
Cus of the shit I hear, my ears starting to bleed
Hip hop looks shattered to me, battered & beat
Not to mention scattered in pieces
Time I took charge like a battery see
I won't speak about my talent, its E ordinary
[Please dont put me in the category of these harder MCs
I know y'all outta my league
Please stop flattering me/]
Bitch that's called flattery huh
You don't even get it, forget it
Notice the pattern & see
I'm the savior if 2pac had a baby then that would be me

Chorus:

Fuck your favorite rapper

2nd verse:

What's up with this shit? Ummm
What's up with this shit again
Hip hop loves suckin this dick
Fuck buts & ifs, I'm "butt" fucking this bitch
So I'm "back" & you know that I'm the shit
Gimme that S for the my chest & I'll show that I'm a hit
Get it? Na so I dumb shit down
To reach heights, beneath skies, sorry underground
Gotta live it up yo
Blaaze said never give it up yo
All this ignorance can be pissing off but...
Do I look like I give a fuck? NO
I'm the best homie
I ain't give a fuck if radio city slept on me
Now u see MTV invest on me
Nothing to fear, I'm here, couple more years, rolling stones will write my success story yeaa

Chorus:

Fuck your favorite rapper

3rd verse:

It's about time to review your play list
Matter of fact when u play this
I'm afraid I have to say this
That you've been stuck on dumb shit
Now u awake to thy greatness
Appreciate your patience
History in the making takes time
Hip hop is mine for the taking
Now get naked, then put that rubber on to do exactly what I'm saying & that is