This dig on the rapper was done "tongue-in-cheek" and is meant to ask the question -- why whine about your past?
It was recorded live with freestyle vocals and extemporaneous instrumentation (including: an Ibanez electric 6-string guitar, Yamaha keyboard, Remo spring drum, Suzuki harmonica and Luxman turntable.)
Should I give this guy a chance,
Sure can't sing... barely can dance.
Seems like he's got only one tired ole' rhyme,
Keeps saying it, saying it, saying it all the time.
This it is... whine, whine, whine.
Slim chance,
Sure sounds shady,
Slim chance,
Hate's his ole lady.
Slim chance,
Blab about your daddy.
Slim chance,
Should I feel badly for ya laddy?
Slim Chance, slim chance?
(How can you have any pudding,
If you don't eat your meat?
How can you do song writing,
If you can't create a beat?)
Ohhh, won't you shut your fat trap tight,
Ohhh, won't you try with all your might.
Ohhh, won't you work on playing The sound.
Fat mouthed white boy,
You make the rappin' world go round.
Get on your mic. and spew,
The way ya always do.
Ohhh, won't you shut your fat trap tight,
Ohhh, won't you try with all your might.
Ohhh, won't you work on playing The sound.
Fat mouthed white boy,
You make the rappin' world go round.
Silly sell out toy,
Come on and try to get down...
Phat mouthed white boy
Phat mouthed white boy
Phat mouthed white boy
(How can you have any pudding,
If you don't eat your meat?
How can there be any music,
If you can't keep the beat?)