Lyrics:

Yo, you're not as cold as me
Motherfucker, stop pretending
You sound like shit, like Jennifer Lopez
You broke motherfucker
You wanna be better
You're infinitely hopeless
Your faggot ass won't ever make it into the light
You ain't hardcore
You're not as cold as me
I feel like the spirit got into me
Yo
Rippin' above the averages
You hold no weight
Like bitches miscarriages
And your label produces no kids like gay marriages
Crack your skull when I smash your face into the mic
And now you know what I'm like
P-p-p-party crashin'
I'm 'bout to drop like airplane shit through your roof
And I'm sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
You ain't hardcore
'Cuz I'ma smack the shit outta your mother
You wanna be gutter, you broke motherfucker
You're infinitely hopeless
You sound like shit, like Jennifer Lopez
[...]
Yo
I'm the majority
Specifically spitting out this spick
After I die fuck my music - you'll feel me spiritually
Party-crashing animal, fucking model bitches
Leaving their stick-figure anorexic pussy in stitches
You're not as cold as me
I'm sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
You ain't hardcore
Motherfuckers, stop pretendin'
Your faggot ass won't ever make it into the light
You're not as cold as me [8x]
There you have it, the description of a bitch
Now ask yourself, are they talking about you?
Are you that funky, dirty, money-hungry, scandalous, stuck-up, hair piece contact wearing bitch?
Yep, you probably are
Bitch!