The lyrics
Yeah I know your style
you been watching too much 8 mile,
had that shit on repeat,
then all of a sudden tought you were from the streets.
but that aint truenot even in your dreams,
and You say your name is concret
cause you hard as hell
motherfcuker i seen your picture your a fat ***
whos soft as gel,
You should a never ripped them rhymes,
you should a known in time
some one would figure it out
but **** am i talking about,
lets just get straight to the point,
about the fact your a ******,
and yous about to get dropped like a bad habbit,
thinking your B ****ing rabbit,
when really the only time you spit is when you ****
a dick,
please man,
your stupid *** cant rap
and your shit is less then whack
you probably smoked a little to much grass,
when you decided to write
and put your mouth to the mic,
i mean seriously who, you trying to fool,
oh i get you did the shit to just be cool,
Concrete, I hammer through you,
like the streets would,
if they could
if you you ever set foot into a hood,
thinking its all good,
you wouldnt even last ten seconds,
before your white *** would get chased out breathless,
you and your crew would be defenseless,
oh wait i forgot,
you aint got ,
no crew, its really just you,
and some other white dude,
who sits there and
tells you yeah rappin is cool,
mother ****er,
please stop the nonsense,
your shit dont even make sense,
sounding like your dyslexic,
reading your rhymes,
of the page,
one word at a time, all of beat like,
"Mother ****ing ***** I hate you,
I wish I didnt date you,"
You shoulda at least rehearsed the verse,
Before you got all emotional and started to burst,
Nah **** it,
you probably would a just sounded worse,
why don’t you stop stutterin and mutterin,
and go back to what you do best,
taking it in the *** like a
prison ***** who snitched,
a prick, who gets his *** kicked, every day,
for trying to be black and looking like a hick.
thats it you trick. just please stop trying
to flow, let it go, your white guy
who will never be fly,
and please dont cry,
its just a fact a life,
just do us all a favor,
and go slit your wrists with a knife,
real deep,
till it bleeds and bleeds,,
and you can no longer see
or breathe, then we can all live on,
and never have to hear another one of your songs.