Least Favorite Rapper

Uh oh

Hey, I don't need the popper stopper
Cause the money in the pop
No can do, bus driver
Project Blowed, popping P's profusely
These sneaker geek MCs to me are so broke back
So fuck sexy, in '09 I'm bringing broke back

Your favorite rapper's brawny, wearing a French braided hair shirt
My bank account been scrawny since I was a 10th grader, squirt squirt

Your favorite rapper is extravagant aside from his pompous name
He's like a nursery with more cribs than John McCain

Your favorite dude champions every Chicago city song
From his condominium while brandishing his implausible mini-gun

He sells more drugs than the FDA, he's ready for war like FDR
I believe him wholeheartedly cause he keeps saying it every bar

Your favorite guy said he shot niggas on a grass lawn in his rap song
But he's sweeter than baked goods when he claims his hood as Capcom

Your favorite rapper's got Alzheimer's
Repeats himself like an old timer
He works harder than a gold miner
When it comes to picking ghostwriters

And me, I'm your least favorite with a haircut like a pineapple
Wearing khakis, horns, singing high soprano
Loading candy corns like it's live ammo
What's wrong with you?

Oh, oh, I'm your least favorite rapper
My records only get released in April to last summer
Oh, oh, I'm your least favorite rapper
While we're in G2 debris, I'll scream "Blaze and victory"
Oh, oh, I can't lease spaces from NASA
Because I'm the least favorite rapper
I am your least favorite
I am your least favorite
I am your least favorite

I'm your least favorite rapper
My release date is after
The D-Day disaster
I need to get cheesecake from After

I am your least favorite Flavor Flav impersonator
Piss up in a circuit breaker

While I'm tripping through the percolator

I will be spellchecking some blurb in the paper

Read by the type of hipster that don't
Like me yelling "all kinds of niggas"
While I'm vibing with you like Michael Richards
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

Still, I'm Mike cause my latest single's
About laser beams and force fields
And my hooptie's not full of groupies
It's Maybelline and orange peels
I done served niggas at a Pizza Hut

And the suburban kids say I'm not street enough
But compared to them I'm street as fuck

I will swear to you it's meetings in between cuts

When it comes to this nerd rap it
Seems like the black thing's a problem
You know what Idi Amin, I feel like the last king of Scotland

So my job has been cultivating all the white guilt
Dipping Polaroids in rice milk
Smack a Soulja Boy wearing corduroys and an ice grill

And the new rap fans listen to Ye, start sniffing the yay
Pretend that they're gay, put a twitch
In their hips and a feminine sway
Just to convince the women to stay

I'd sell out like it was Christmas day
And give everyone an initial to pay for a tit in the face

I was beginning to say, what came first, the chicken or egg?
The twisted and preyed, dissident fan that listens today
Dissipates, visits and strays
And what the fuck, did our whole approach to business decay?

I should've been on the news for all the parlor tricks
Instead of talking about art and shit
I should have put my heart and dick
On the hindquarters of Time Warner

It's over, that fool just served Time Warner
Fools that sniffing yay
That fool had tits at your Christmas party
Shout out to Forest Whitaker
Idi Amin, yeah
What's wrong with you?

Oh, oh, I'm your least favorite rapper
My records only get released in April to last summer
Oh, oh, I'm your least favorite rapper
While we're in G2 debris, I'll scream "Blaze and victory"
Oh, oh, I can't lease spaces from NASA
Because I'm the least favorite rapper
I am your least favorite
I am your least favorite
I am your least favorite