I never take advice from karaoke junkies
Plagiarized now disguise another hillbilly
Acting silly with your 2 cent comment
Monkey see, monkey do until I vomit
Your stamp of approval is unnecessary
Not aware, I don't care about your adversary
Sour grapes begin to sound like whines
Contemplate rules with fools who waste my time
Like a shark I'm parked under the minefields
Blowing up attitudes, so I can see who's real
Who's fooling who when the proof is in the actual
I won't bite your style meanwhile it's el naturale

I won't bite your style, it's el naturale
Not the carbon copy but the actual
So check the proof, this is the factual
I won't bite your style it's el naturale

Your mouth runs like a Maserati matchbox
Stuck in traffic with your press-on dreadlocks
Looking pretty as your situation sours
High karate, double doven, now hit the showers
And keep your complaints, don't need your chump change
I re-arrange the game, it's fake, and then the fool's played
Strayed away from the truth, and not the actual
I won't bite your style meanwhile it's el naturale

You gotta know the critics are the cynics
With the bullshit lines all the time, I'm kicking sick shit
I never had a need for the mainstream scene
Or the greed that I've seen since I was age three
So don't tell me how I feel for real
If you see me on the street now repeat you don't know me
So let me slide on by, don't make no eye to eye
And it will all be fine when I go platinum