Don't rap its Bull-Crap
Don't want to hear no thugs
Cause I heard that already
My job is dealing drugs

Where's appeal with rapping?
Pimps they make me yawn
So don't rap that bull-crap
Put on an oldies song

Before you slap that hooker
Or shoot a gun behind
You ain't a G-Thug you're silly
About so white you shine

If you're mad and angry
Cause you're ho had left
Before you pimp your mother
Put on, "Be Our Guest"

Don't rap its bull-crap
I want to hear some tunes
Enough drums already!
Dude, even play the spoons
Just what's the deal with talking?
Where has singing gone?
Don't rap its bull-crap
Play me a Broadway song

I ain't got nothing
"gainst police patrol
I hate that songs are spoken
And just what rhymes with ho?
There's nothing like a Colt Forty-Five
To wreck a melody
Before you jack that money, eh, G
Don't play that ebony

Don't rap it's bull-crap
Don't wanna here no Snoop
Cause unless Brown, Charlie
That song is just plain poop
Cause what's the deal with rapping?!
Pimps just make me yawn
So don't rap that's a wrap
Play me a Disney song

So don't rap it's bull-crap
Play me a decent song