Compositeur : Richard Gibbs.
Label : Walt Disney Records.
Sortie : 12 juin 2012.
Film : Let it shine.
Moment of truth.
Interprétée par Tyler James Williams et Brandon Mychal Smith.
Here we go again, prepare to meet your end.
Just looked you up on Facebook, you have zero friends.
This kid’s a loser yo. He ain’t even kissed a girl.
You write her love letters. I buy her ice and pearls.
So how you like me now ? Even Roxanne is in the background saying, “Wow Bling’s got style!” I’m off the gold chain.
If you a rapper why is Kris your backup dancer like an extra on Soul Train?
I see your mommy and your daddy on the front row, they must be embarrassed for you bro.
You’re not a real MC, you should quit hip hop, now be a good busboy and go get your mop.
Bling you don’t want to battle you the snake without the rattle.
You the boat without the paddle you duck without the waddle you the horse without the saddle.
The ranch without the cattle.
The day without the shadow.
So, I think you should skedaddle kick gravel sayonara punk, arrivederci.
What language do I have to say it in for you to hear me clearly ?
Adios amigo you’re over with finito.
This clown couldn’t rap anything but my burrito.
Kid, you have to hold your mommy’s hand before you cross the street.
You have to sneak out the house just to clean and sweep.
And now you look queasy, I made him go mute.
Put your camera phones up so you can post this on YouTube.
Truth’s got a screw loose he’s terrified to bust.
So lightweight that I can blow him over with a gust.
You’re weak like Seven Days, you deserve boos.
You should walk around in some high-heeled shoes.
You should rock pigtails and a skirt.
You’re shaking in your boots.
Are your feelings getting hurt ?
Well, maybe I should hurt more than your feelings.
Maybe I should rip the roof off the theatre ceiling.
Maybe you should start kneeling his eyes are getting misty.
You’re so wack, if you were me you couldn’t diss me.
Kissy kissy Roxanne, did you miss me ?
I’ll take you out to dinner after I’ve eaten this pipsqueak.
And when we’re on vacation I’ll let him house sit.
Here’s a couple of bucks, buy yourself a better outfit.
You know what ? You don’t have a stack of cash or a flashy pad.
I saw you last week driving a taxi cab.
Your secret’s out and now they know sport.
We’ll call you if we need a ride to an airport.
In fact you can drop me off at home after this.
Then you can take your couple bucks back but as a tip.
You’re playing yourself like Solitaire.
Telling everyone that’s here that you’re a millionaire.
You’re not a baller, you’re a phony.
I bet your whole crew is a bunch of rent-a-homies.
And now you lie in bed lonely, your persona’s a façade.
The only girls you get are in the pages of a catalog.
Here stands Lord of DaBluff.
His lies were legendary till the truth made him hush.
And what’s funny is your truth is enough.
Why’d you have to make up all the money and the stuff ?
I guess it’s easier to play the role and act hard.
Cause you don’t have the guts to tell us who you really are.
So you can keep a trophy that you don’t deserve.
I might be a bus boy, but you just got served.