* send corrections to the typist    You can find me in the club where the huns at  Muthafuck that trucker hat hug-rap  I know who I am, who I be, who I always was  Not a rapper that would dis another just to start a buzz  You should know that, just let the beef go away  How many weathermen do I have to slay  El-P give that mouth a rest  Go and get yourself in shape give that couch a rest  I sent you a demo in 94 with straight original shit  No scientifical shit  And you cats talk about it like it's still in your whip  If you're large as you say, why you still sweating Shay?  Pissed cuz I reminisce about boom-bap  You just made cuz you make your money off nerd-rap  And can never change that, the fact you make soft shit  Embarassed so you gotta remind us about the profit  Sorry that I study from the blueprint  And don't associate with your nerd-rap movement  "Independently I sold..." man, get over yourself  Every interview I read it's like your blowing yourself  Putting doe on your shelf? Stop hoeing yourself  You're a herb, look at you, you know it yourself!  I showed you love from day one and I kept on  But now you upset because your boys got stepped on  If you were as smart as you claim to be  And had beef muthafucker you should've came to me  But no, write a dis, hope you won't get caught  Cuz you know I never peep shit from Gaysop Rock  Listen, I liked Funcrusher that was that  But then you heard Dr. Octagon and never looked back  "Blue Flowwwers" Allow me flex my true powers  And send this fucking hobbit back to the two towers  ..............No I'm not stopping yet  Bars of Death ain't done it ain't dropping yet  I got jokes about your face believe me  But dissing you because of your looks is too easy  You can't help that you a Keebler elf, "Mr. Be Yourself"  You should see yourself  I saw that DVD man I can't understand  Why you find it so hard to shake a fan's hand  These are the cats that love you when you do shit  And actually think the stuff you make is music  But this is hip-hop kid don't confuse it  With herbs trying to hard to make "that new shit"  Bitching about doing a show for short change is fine  But taping it is assinine  Then releasing it? That's an ego trip  Get off your own dick, that's some ego shit (fuck outta here)  Revolution ain't them beats you record  Sounding like my girl's cat when it walks across my keyboard  You ain't different, you just can't work your equipment  Now don't come back with that run-on sentence rap  Spit it slow, so I can understand you, yo  Went from Co-Flow to no flow, rushing your rhymes    No punchlines, just a bunch of punched in lines  Bed-wetter, you as hip-hop as Eddie Vetter  If you a true b-boy, explain that mohawk and the Fred Perry sweater  That look is priceless!  Now who's the muthafucker with the identity crisis?    You ain't mad at me dog, you mad at what you've become    (part 2)    Banned from New York? Muthafucka don't sleep  I got a freak in each borough, I was there last week  You cancelling shows in Boston, acting shook  Say you from Harlem, telling me to come to Red Hook  You wanna rep Brooklyn? Ain't no Biggie in you  Fat sloppy fuck sound like Winnie the Pooh  Plus dwelling on this beef is a bad decision  The only fight you ever had is with your own metabolism  Making them mixtapes, mainstream coverband  Wannabe G-Unit but sold like 3 units? Damn!  Baby Huey talks like he had a stroke  I remember when he told me "Be Alert" was sooo dope  You was a fan home soaking the bed  See when I was eating rappers you was eating loaves of bread  A big oaf with dreads and a clammy handshake  Now you making records that even your fans hate  I'll treat you like a Taun-Taun, and slash your flesh  And give New York's homeless a place to rest  It ain't about the Weathermen, it's whether or not your men  Whether or not your femme, Vast drop and gimme 10  Know your limits, Grimace, you can't finish  All out of shape fishing for beef but out of bait  Sherman Klump's in a writing slump no lie  Nutty Proffessor, minus the sweater and bow tie  Come take my lotto? Man, that's a waste  With that tape, all you really robbing is your fan base  You be claiming you a man but got big saggy tits  Coppin all your sweaters from a store for fat chicks  "If this was 86..." man if this was 86  You'd be sitting in baby shit, crying for some cake and shit  "Vast is deep!" You kids don't understand  Anyone can sound deep to an overzealous fan  So protect that neck Shrek, before I strike again  You and El-P = Lenny and George from Mice & Men  The shit is getting old but the beef is fun  It's like, 5 on 1 I got you fuckers on the run  So get your facts straight, stop running your mouths  I keep this mic with me, dog come and get me