Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked.

Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards

And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie

You 36-year-old baldheaded fag, blow me!

You don't know me, you're too old, let go

It's over, nobody listens to techno

Now let's go, just give me the signal

I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults

I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil

Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol

But sometimes the shit just seems

Everybody only wants to discuss me

So this must mean I'm disgusting

But it's just me, I'm just obscene

No, I'm not the first king of controversy

I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley

To do black music so selfishly

And use it to get myself wealthy

There's a concept that works

Twenty million other white rappers emerge

But no matter how many fish in the sea

It'll be so empty without me