I see ur first priorities,
are discussing me in Maccy D's at about half three,
While you're munching on your quarter-pounder with cheese,
Chatting about me and my abilities,
Like S-O-V who's she?
S-O-V cant spit
S-O-V just quit,
Ahh, whatever don't talk with your mouth full bitch,
While your discussing me its all publicity,
Even if ur cussin me ur still dashing my name around the city,
Its all good though, publicity for free!
White midget, uh huh mic fidget,
Somebody just dialed my digit,
S-O-V your no one, hmm is it,
Flattered by the way that you used your credit,
U fed it and u said it that I'm nobody, well,
If I'm nobody then why are u ringing me?
You drained your credit that's killing it,
Well my style u sure u aren't feeling it?
Blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah,
in one ear and it comes straight out the other
repeating yourself like u got a stutter
with all u mutter like rih reh rih rah
Blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah,
all your words in my brain are turning into clutter
Repeating yourself like u got a stutter
wiv all your mutter like rih reh rih rah
People wanna classify me as an eminem,
but hear what I'm a different kinda specimen,
just because i be a White Caucasian, doesn't mean me and him are the same,
because 1 I'm not American and 2 I'm not a man,
3 I'm Comin through with a different kinda plan,
set the facts straight coz I know that I can
pull a heavyweight coz I do the whole shebang!
categories I don't fit into any.
Why? I'm on so many styles I'm on Many,
writing up more lines than burberry and dealing with beats like a victim of a bully. (spit)
make u drink My saliva off the floor the spit that I spat when I walked in the door released my metaphor. like cor blimey its That white girl S-O-V!!
Blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah,
in one ear and it comes straight out the other
repeating yourself like u got a stutter
with all u mutter like rih reh rih rah
Blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah,
all your words in my brain are turning into clutter
Repeating yourself like u got a stutter
wiv all your mutter like rih reh rih rah
I know u don't boast about me over ur Sunday roast or mid-morning cheese on toast.
But when I find out uv been talking I start squawking
S-O-V I never said that,
S-O-V u know u aint wack,
S-O-V I love ur track,
What the fuck do u want bitch a pat on the back,
A blahbarian equals a soon to be beg-friend,
Coz a beg-friend is an ex-blahbarian,
And they only start caring.
When ur preparing a next big ridden that every deck is blaring.
"oh fuck" I got posh people swearing,
The rich, the poor, the snobs the whores,
Oh dear blahbarians galore!
Blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah,
in one ear and it comes straight out the other
repeating yourself like u got a stutter
with all u mutter like rih reh rih rah
Blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah,
all your words in my brain are turning into clutter
Repeating yourself like u got a stutter
wiv all your mutter like rih reh rih rah