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