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This is the part where I'm supposed to go Big up myself and do my promo While I, spittin' lines, I make the peace sign Sayin', "Y'all how ya doin', y'all? Feelin' fine!" NO, I ain't gonna do that shit! Back-biting bitchiness, one-up-manship Above in the helicopters they sit the haters like flies round a fresh pile of shit They all think I'm fly, but I think they're shit I could sell records just by touchin my clit On the cover of my album while takin a shit I'll sell even more if I keep using the word "shit"! Who's more underground, who's more down? Who's the original , original clown? Who's your favorite puppet on a string, the tone on you phone when it goes ring-ring? Who's more ghetto kid, who's been crowned? Who's got the cheapest, the cheapest sounds? Who's that other one who really can't sing, shouting, "Keep it real" while you shake a ting-ting? This is the part where I'm supposed to go I'm sorry I left, I didn't even let you know! I could instead start to get into the flow And like many others, give Great Britain a blow Saturday night in England, on the telly, fucking Cilla She's so old, she's still there, can't believe that no one killed her Drive-by shootings happenin every single day, But British dinosaurs like her, I guess they're here to stay Forever, forever, forever, forever Who's more underground, who's more down? Who's the original , original clown? Who's your favorite puppet on a string, the tone on you phone when it goes ring-ring? Who's more ghetto kid, who's been crowned? Who's got the cheapest, the cheapest sounds? Who's that other one who really can't sing, shouting, "Keep it real" while you shake a ting-ting?