White boy your not fly
Ill laugh at you when rap just doesn't come..
White boy your not hot
Your rhymes are so bad they make me just cry...
When your all alone you try real hard to write
Like a man who was born with true talent
You dont have any because you are white
Blame your mom for that
Cause' shes white, thats right

Chours

When you try to write
You use flinstone rhymes
There so old and dead
Trust me you cant rap
Your flows a mistake
You spill rhymes like a lake
You'll learn you cant rap
Buster your not EM

White boy dont cry
One day you'll get a deal from Toys R Us
White boy your not tight
Soon your gonna see that you are whack
When your world makes no sense
Your really plain...
I cant take all your yelling and thinking your the man
You sometimes rap and enter battles
Have you ever won ? I just think you choke

Chorus

My ears are burning
Maybe you should try pop music
The tables are turning
You'll find out rap isnt for you
Dont rap, just sing
I want my ears to have feeling
But no one can stop you
You rap like the blues

Chorus

White boy lets fight
Maybe ill knock some sense into you