Shit on a Man

Now what you hear is not a test
 I'm a cutthoat nigga, finna rep the West
 'Cuz I'm not impressed by you niggas on T.V
 Everybody "fa sheezy" and "off the heezy"
 I know it ain't easy, rhyme-spillin'
 But that's no justification for rhyme-stealin'
 Just when I thought it was safe to come tighter
 Ooh-fuckin'-wee, another biter
 He steal, but still, there's no M.C. coppers
 So steal, I drill, will treat niggas like caca
 M.D. Iacocca, there's no one doper
 Be on bitches' asses like I'm a sofa
 But I can't go for all this thievin'
 When I start breathin', you punks start leavin'
 'Tis the season for me to be stoppin' that
 I'm mopping cats, beatin' up copycats
 I've heard of starving artists, but this is ridiculous
 They bitin' my rhymes like Red Vine licorice
 And I'm not diggin' this, it's gettin' outta hand
 Any chance I can, I'ma shit on a man
 Pull him over, make him take a rap-a-lyzer
 He's bitin' my rhymes like appetizers
 Put him in jail, throw away the key
 He's a two-bit, no-good, sucka M.C
 And he's fuckin' with me, M.D. the Great
 If I wanted 'em ate, I'd put my rhymes on a plate
 For goodness' sake, he's a man - Ricki Lake
 Sweet as cake, as soft as they make
 The Mac got raps and slaps that knock
 But these saps eat 'em up like Pac Man dots
 Make him stop, he's killin' me
 Gonna make his career disappear like Bill Bellamy's
 You don't know, I'm sellin' these, niggas spittin' felonies
 Fool, I'm makin' hella Gs, 'n' you bitin' these like celeries
 I'm pullin' blankets off the niggas that's fakin' sauce
 See you in the streets, then you beat, fool I'm takin' hearts
 I've heard of starving artists, but this is ridiculous
 They bitin' my rhymes like Red Vine licorice
 And I'm not diggin' this, it's gettin' outta hand
 Any chance I can, I'ma shit on a man