One little, two little, three little indie rap   Headphones, backpack, watch 'em all...      It goes watch out!      Jack the Ripper, Jack Jack the Ripper   Peace to Jack Tripper and those Wellstone bumper stickers   My name is Sean and I never had dreadlocks   Instead I got an army full of women screaming Headshots!   I guess that explains it, don't it   She started to make a mark but it came apart   That's what you get for tryin' to make your little sister eat the kitty litter   Let's watch a rapper get bitter like the city winter   What the fuck you thinkin'!?   You frustrated or something? Did you have a bad week?   Man, you got issues, I feel sorry for you   Yo, shitting on me is so 2002 (Bitch!)   Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off   Whoever put your record out must have needed write-offs   Who they play when the game's in a tight spot?   Slug, you can find me in the A's of your iPod      [Chorus]   Watch out!   When the crowd gets loud   It could burn up the roof or make the walls all fall down   Watch out!   When you open up your mouth   I can smell that you don't know what you're talking about   (It goes) Watch out!   We all love a clown   But we don't wanna see you climb up out the underground   Watch out!   If you don't like the sound   Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town      Cars drive by with the booming system   I must be getting old cause the bass sounds ridiculous   And nowadays, every body's biting Tupac   So fuck it, I'ma stand over here and do the moonwalk   Besides police, I've got no beef   Just me, my beliefs and my bad teeth   A cargo van and some Ant beats   Enough rap to slap you to last week   Caught between the vice and the advice   Drunk, walking out in traffic just to fly kites   Time out, the free-style rhyme out, my last rights   Fuck a classic album, give my life 5 mics   And when the smoke clears, you won't be able to suck dick   Like you did as a teenage slut trick   And with a man on his grill, he asks "Who the fuck are you?"   Don't worry man, someday I'ma be nobody too      [Chorus]      Look, I understand your hate   When I was younger, I wanted to be LL Cool J   Then he started making records for the girls and shit   So I ripped up the Kangol and threw it away   I stole moves from KRS-One   A little Big Daddy Cane and some DJ Run   And then we took our life and made it a song   And look, nowadays Rhymesayers is on   It's the B-I-G D-A double D-Y S-E-A-N   He hasn't hit the rooftop to jump, guess he waitin'?   For what? I don't know, but who wanna come with me?   I got at least one more tour in me   So criticize me, or idolize me   Study from a distance or stand right beside me   It don't matter, just act like I know   And watch your back on the beat   Or get sacked at the free-throw      [Chorus]