You a 2 bit sucka and a 2 bit fool
You got your 2 bit skills from a 2 bit school
It's funny how your only raps are rhymes about your raps
When you ain't got no raps but rhymes around your raps
Why don't you get yourself a lesson from the school of hard knocks
Before you go and tell me how you're packin a glock
I heard you talk, your front gets mocked
How come I never heard of you if you invented hip hop?
You bring a half pint of logic to you so-called knowledge
You keep tryin' to school me like you was a college
But I look past the façade, impale your image like Vlade
Lyrically arrested and you know you'll get charged
Put in jail, without bail, you try to escape but to no avail
Cause when you gather your crew to try to do what you do
You find that even all your best homies bailed
So take your whack track, set it back on the stack
Of dust collectin' CDs on a K-Mart clearance rack
You played your ace, we learned your face, now know your place
Cause you know you about to vanish without a trace
You can't think it, your skills a trinket, you just sing it
Why don't you stop all your singin' and just bring it
So pack it up back in your trunk, you out of luck
Cause you know you're just a 2 bit sucka
You're just a 2 bit sucka
You don't say how I got on that list of names you're namin'
And you don't pay the dues to gain the status you're clamin'
But while you're famin', you know I'm gamin'
And when you fall on your face you know it's me you're blamin'
But it was the attention that grabbed you like a drug
Left you bruised and beaten like a mafia thug
You try to cover what's missing like a bald man with a rug
You hungover on yourself like you was hittin' a jug
You had to find a scapegoat wo why you failed
Why your train of egotistic behavoir derailed
So you look around to see people lookin' at me
So it must be my fault, you thought that that was the key
So you went and tried to dis me on area801.com
Then you realize we're always comin' strong
You can't help it, you ask yourself what's wrong
Cause the next day you're singin' songs about mowin' your lawn
So take your whack track, set it back on the stack
Of dust collectin' CDs on a K-Mart clearance rack
You played your ace, we learned your face, now know your place
Cause you know you about to vanish without a trace
You can't think it, your skills a trinket, you just sing it
Why don't you stop all your singin' and just bring it
So pack it up back in your trunk, you out of luck
Cause you know you're just a 2 bit sucka
You're just a 2 bit sucka