I’m the man to be,
cos I’m me, me, me;
but you’re just you
and who cares who

I’m the greatest,
I could be the hatest,
you’re down on your luck
but I don’t care a ****,

life is tough,
an’ life is rough,
but that’s enuff
who cares a stuff

I don’ need to write
cos ed-u-cation’s shite;
I jus’ like to spray
my mark somewhere each day

I score the chix,
I score a fix,
me an’ you don’t mix
cos I know the trix

I’m the koolest gangsta,
you, you’re just a wanksta,
my posse an’ me
hand out cruel-tyy

I got a shooter
you ain’t worth a hoota;
I got a knife,
you ain’t got a life

I gotta switch, man -
ain’t your life a bitch?
I gotta blade, man -
got it all made

ain’t no lovin’
like my ho an’ me..

(what’s that, Mom? …It’s time for tea? …)

Michael Shepherd

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tude-lyric/