nail in the coffin
[Intro]
This ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, man
Just won't shut up, will you?
Talkin' 'bout I owe him
♥♥♥♥♥, you owe me
I'm promotin' you right now
Yo, let's put the nail in this coffin

[Chorus]
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only being real when I say
”Nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap“ (Nope)
And old men have heart attacks
And I don't wanna be responsible for that
So, put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity

[Verse]
I would never claim to be no
Ray Benzino
An eighty-three-year-old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me over some balcony without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me? (Ugh)
Please, don't, you'll probably fall with me and our asses'll both be history (Aah)
But, then again, you'd finally get your wish
‘Cause you'd be all over the street like 50 Cent (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
You're ♥♥♥♥♥♥' punk, ♥♥♥♥♥, ♥♥♥♥ you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see, if I don't ♥♥♥♥ you up,
Tryna jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track, that's how much you suck
♥♥♥♥ in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin'
You sit behind a ♥♥♥♥♥♥' desk at The Source, butt-kissin'
And beggin' ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ for guest appearances
And you can't even get the clearances
'Cause real lyricists don't even respect you or take you serious
It's not that we don't like you, we hate you, period
Talk about a mid-life crisis, damn
Last week you was shakin' Obie Trice's hand
Now he's a buster? What the ♥♥♥♥'s with that?
Get on a track, dissin' us, kissin' 50's ass
And askin' me what I know about indictments, bite me
♥♥♥♥♥, I got two cases and probation, fight me
What do I know about standin' in front of a judge like a man
Ready to take whatever sentence he hands?
What you know about your wife slicin' her wrists, right in
Front of the only thing that you have in this world, a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know ♥♥♥♥ about no choppin' rocks
But what you know about Hip Hop Shops rockin' spots
Where you're the only white boy up in that ♥♥♥♥♥, just rippin'?
Pressin' up your own fliers and your stickers, stickin'
Them ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ up after spendin' six hours at Kinko's
Makin' copies of your covers of cassette singles
To sell them out of the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about bein' bullied over half your life?
Oh, that's right, you should know what that's like—you're half white (Ha-ha)
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice
I'm eatin' you alive inside, Jesus Christ
If you're that much of a gangsta, put the mic down
You should be out killin' ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ right now
Kill a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, kill him dead, ♥♥♥♥♥
Shoot 'em in the ♥♥♥♥♥♥' head, go ahead, ♥♥♥♥♥
Slap my mom, slap the ♥♥♥♥ out of her
She can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of ya
‘Cause you're broke as ♥♥♥♥, you suck, you're a ♥♥♥♥♥♥' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well, then what the ♥♥♥♥
You stop for, dummy? If you slew some crack
You'd make a lot more money than you do from rap (Ha-ha)
You'll never have no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never know what it's like to be rich, life's a ♥♥♥♥♥, ain't it? Raymond?
Here, let me break this ♥♥♥♥ down in layman's terms for you
Just to make sure that you can understand us
And Canibus ain't usin' too many complicated ♥♥♥♥♥♥' words for you
Here, and let me slow it down for you
So that you can understand if I say it slower
Let it go, dog, it's over