But I know something about you
You went to CRANBROOK, thats a private school
Whats the matter dawg you embarrassed?
This guys a gangster?
His real name's Clarrence
And Clarrence lives at home with both parents
And Clarrence's parents have a real good marriage
this guy dont wanna battle, he shook
'cause aint no such things as half-way crooks
So tell me, when you took the practice scholastic aptitude test
Did you know the answers or did you just guess?
You rely on gimmicks to amuse your fans
And act all urban to jack-up your sound-scan
What’s the matter with you? How come you rhyme monosyllabically?
Is atrophy shrinking your entire vocabulary?
Your style’s like garbage cans meant to be taken out on a weekly basis
Ever since your first record you’ve been in a state of suspended animation
You look like snuffaluffagus and australopithecus
Me cray, you abacus
Enough about you, let’s talk about me
And how single-handedly I redefined the science of radio astronomy
Making nobel prize winners question their notions of reality
Oh, but I digress, you play sorry, I play chess
King’s pawn to b3, checkmate, go get some percocets
Careful with that mic, weezy
Do you really think it’s that easy?
Careful With That Mic~ Clutch