Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen

I ain't no politician, but I'll kick it with 'em a minute

'Cause, see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits, I'll wear it

But if it don't, then y'all will swallow the truth, grin and bear it

Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics?

Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics

Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits?

But there's a huge interference, they're sayin' you shouldn't hear it

Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish

But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America

As a motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment?

Nah, nah!—That's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror

And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed

And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents

You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage (Ha-ha!)

And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here?

I don't think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo

'Cause here we go, he's Jigga-Jur-Jigga-Jih-Jigga

And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a—