Lyrics - With a brand new mic this rap’s my first It’s going downhill by the second verse three lines later and I’m youtube’s worst my rhymes are dead go call the hearse Even this slow beat is just too fast I’m in the right lane and I’m getting passed by your granny and gramps in their hover round I picked up rhymes in the lost and found Other rappers bury me in six feet of skill With no apparent talent I’m a corporate shill I’ve met better rappers in the fourth grade With platnium albums, deals, they’ve got it made The torture is over this rap is complete The worst in town, no rappers compete Until next time, send me your hate Signing off, your rapper, the great 2nd rate