ENIMEE:
Z to the A to the B to the E,
spells out a name that you will never see
as the winner of the leaque,
he's lost, like cookin dinner for a fiend
Ima get him cause im mean,
his names just a anagram for baez
first name joan,
so you already get what i am implyin,
your just an old dyke thats writing songs
for a demograph tht dont like what your on
and youll never sell-a-track cause you got wrinkles on your palm
this gon burn and sting like napalm
im adolf to your gay bars,
you cant stop what im bout to spit
fuck around and spray off till the k's gone
like it just dropped out the alphabet
ZABE:
You don't know, but you're acting like you know it all
Yeah, it's the man, Zabe, smashing like a bowling ball
Guess there's no buzz for this artist grown as B-Man
You wanna be famous and well-known to these fans?
You introduced yourself as winning, 15-0
Now you're losing, you know how this thrilling sixteen will
Kill your career, if there was any semblance of
You throw an AK bullet to attempt the ending of us
You can't compete, the king of Scotland set the Bar
"No comment"? Bitch, you're calling death to art
I'm just being honestz Abe, you can't beat 2010 inches
When I turned up, there's a pound in your head since then
I came in all clear, now I'm the illest MC in here
Meanwhile you overdosing on my shit like Demi all year
Look, I don't need to remix properly to be real
I need the vibe, not you, now you get the fucking deal?