Simon

Yeah, Simon, I'm talkin' to you, this motherfucker right here's for you You got a lot of motherfuckers comin' up on your show And you try to act like you motherfuckin' judgin' every fuckin' body You ain't no motherfuckin' body Fuck American Idol, Simon and his whack ass He can kiss the bottom of my foot and Paula can kiss my black ass That show is for no pro, it's for a jackass I piss on the ratings with a scuba diving tank with a German mask The type of guy to defecate on jazz and bluegrass Paint your face black I guarantee all your assets You'll leave with a blue ass I'm that insurance guy that come with a tow truck When your Maybach crash These microphone niggaz with big budgets is trash Lassie type niggaz who don't bark back They sneak bite niggaz I'm ready for combat with poison down on the floor You come up and test my shit like a rat You pick a spot where you think you fuckin' hot And watch me wipe my ass wit'cha baseball cap I piss on your pants from the Gap Your bitch be fucked up with Noxzema on her face With a headwrap That shit your spit to everybody is head crap Fuck with Franklin Fred rap You're just a man sneakin' back through a crack in rap Flip your fuckin' toupee like a flapjack You a sap in rap, that bitch ain't got no fat ass in the magazines That's mad flat, she's just hyped up with a corny basketball ass That's mad fat, in fact she's a DVD, homeless cat Somebody I wouldn't want to dance to my track Or put on some pants to my track How you gon' stand there? You better be in a b-boy stance to my track Everybody flippin over a bullshit thong in your butt crack Now I'm hyper toned up with a Corona She ain't got gas in her ass to get from Corona She's a roommate livin' on a budget from a loaner A grown-ass woman flyin' back and forth to a yellow Toyota Fuckin' with some cornbread Ten carat gold chain nigga that look like Yoda How the fuck you gon' represent plastic surgery? Yo' ass, movin in with the club promoter How long you gon' do that shit 'til you get older and bolder? With strength from the butt needles I'm that nigga that's low-key in the spotlight Watchin' your peoples on some real life I'm surreal trife, watchin' these girls out in Vegas Askin' Carmelo Anthony to turn on they Con Edison lights Yeah, We rule, Dr. Dooom is in the fuckin' room Now you take that motherfucker personal, I want y'all to cover your ass I'ma be there, motherfucker I'ma be there Right in the back of your fuckin' dandruff, right on top of your hair Yeah