This is a little something
I gotta focus
The Screen Actors Guild is overcrowded with nothing right now
Everybody′s bluffing right now
Wasting film and camera time
Trying to expose yourself to the masses with a camera rhyme
New York and Hollywood don't need you there
Better people than you coming from North, South Caroline
You just a shitmate ready for me to eliminate
Cancel your network, feed the canaries
That′s right y'all
Now you're officially over independent
Doing pet work like mic jocking jams
At the BET awards your tight butt fan base
Give me the applause
Like you a hype man
For one more then
Walking out the arena doors
I don′t care about bragging in the radio game
It′s all about the radio flame
You could be seen and dealt with
Security guards and so called tough guys
Black eyes
Put an Arrowhead water with ice packs on your jaws
Super supreme
Superstein
Super supreme
The sperm blaster, mic controller
Urinary's faster
Shit on you bastards
Walking skip sailor
Sony Studio′s best room, piss on your masters
Leave the Neumann wet
Press conference major not minor with turds on the table
Clive Davis enter the room pissy diapers on top of the bagels
Shock Donnie Ienner
You can't get past Flex
Secretaries try to front
Leave the lobbies full of shit worser than anthrax
At the Atlantic Records colon cleaner on your desk
Your asshole clogged up, niggas
Talking shit with hemorrhoids and gas-x
You fucking with the superhero nigga Bronx Detention Center
AKA Mass X
Fuck Exxon with four sawed-offs in the trunk
Fuck y′all I'm skipping everybody
I′m getting gas next
Super supreme
Superstein
Super supreme
Superstein
Superstein
Superstein
Writer(s): Keith Thornton, Louis Gomis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
