See, John was a diduntdidunt, know'm sayin’?

That’s the whole point

My man John was a fuckin’ diduntdidunt

Holla

You know you got them diduntdidunt **** in the hood, know'm sayin’? **** who don't mean nothin’ to nobody and shit

Fuckin’ mother don't even like him

You know what I'm talkin’ ‘bout

Shit like…

In junior high, I knew a kid named John

One day John started thinkin’ he could rhyme

He used to see me battle with **** one at a time (What he do)

He figured he’d test his skills against mine (Look)

He came up to me one day and said, "Hey

**** saying you mean, lord. Spit sixteen, Gon"

I said, "No pa, I'm good"

He said, "Well, I'mma spit some shit then. You know, rep for my hood

Check it: we ride drops, we pop mad shots

We even got 20-inch rims on the yacht"

I told him to stop

The **** ain't listen, he kept goin'

So I punch duke in his mouth while he was flowin' (Aah!)

He got up off the ground and said, "Why'd you hit me?"

"You a diduntdidunt. Here's a shot to the kidney"

The Mike Tyson of the rap shit

I even got a speech impediment—"You'th fuckin' lil' bath-tards"

(“That's my word, man. Any fuckin' rapper man

I'll eat his fuckin’ children, man. Bring him to me, man”)

(You a diduntdidunt) Rappin 'bout ya gun and ya blunt

(A diduntdidunt) To you, it ain't nothin' to front

(You a diduntdidunt) A pussy that always talk about pussy

When the pussy prolly ain't had none in a month

(You a diduntdidunt) Man, I done been where you from

(A diduntdidunt) You ain't come up in the slum

(You a diduntdidunt) Act like you want beef

I'll knock out ya teeth and you'll be literally bumpin’ ya gums, son

See, see back in the day, I knew a kid named Ray (okay)

He was kind of sweet, so **** thought he was gay

Every day, little Ray would come around the way

And try to shoot hoops, but dudes wouldn't let him play (no)

I remember it was like the third week of May

Ray came through just like any other day

But on this particular day, he had somethin’ to say

Said if he couldn't play then ****’ll have to pay

Now me being the man that I am (what you do?)

Threw the ball at him and told a **** to scram

He reached into the pocket of the jacket he was wearin'

Pulled out a jammy no bigger than his hand

He said, "Fuck you Sai!" then popped one in the sky

Just started to cry like, "Somebody gon' die"

I'm like, "Bitch, give me this gun, you fuckin' punk" (Put it down Ray)

Ray, you ain't a thug, you a diduntdidunt

(You a diduntdidunt) Rappin 'bout ya gun and ya blunt

(A diduntdidunt) To you, it ain't nothin' to front

(You a diduntdidunt) A pussy that always talk about pussy

When the pussy prolly ain't had none in a month

(You a diduntdidunt) Man, I done been where you from

(A diduntdidunt) You ain't come up in the slum

(You a diduntdidunt) Act like you want beef

I'll knock out ya teeth and you'll be literally bumpin’ ya gums, son

I've been all over the U.S. of A

Out west with Ronson, down south with Shey (hey!)

And one thing I see everywhere that I be (is what?)

Is a diduntdidunt

I've been on the bottom, been on the top

Been in the club and been on the block

The one thing I see everywhere that I be (is what?)

Is a diduntdidunt

So if you a punk, then say you a punk

Type of **** that get knocked out and say you was drunk

I don't play that, **** stay beefin’ on ADAT

See them in the street, like Pat, they don't say jack (Sajak)

My name is Saigon, I dare a rapper to say that

I ain't gon’ run in the booth and get payback

I'mma catch you while you eatin’ lunch

Catch you with a sucker-punch (like umph)

Take that, fuckin' diduntdidunt

(You a diduntdidunt) Rappin 'bout ya gun and ya blunt

(A diduntdidunt) To you, it ain't nothin' to front

(You a diduntdidunt) A pussy that always talk about pussy

When the pussy prolly ain't had none in a month

(You a diduntdidunt) Man, I done been where you from

(A diduntdidunt) You ain't come up in the slum

(You a diduntdidunt) Act like you want beef

I'll knock out ya teeth and you'll be literally bumpin’ ya gums, son

Don’t get the "Diduntdidunt" stamped on your forehead. Allido, we here. Yeah. Don’t be like John or Ray. If you like John or Ray, stay the fuck out my way, ya heard? Saigon. Brratt! ****. 2010, bitch!