My name is Drudacris, and I am the man.
Call me a thief, cuz I’m bout to take a stand.
All these rapper’s lyrics is extra sorry,
It’s like I’m a PS3 and they is Atari.

So listen up punks, you about to get schooled,
Cuz I got dual core chips, and I’m hydrocooled.
Pay attention now, cuz I am didactic,
This here rhyme, is a prophylactic.

You think you’re all that, with your Moto Razr,
Those white gym shoes, and that matchin blazer,
But styles all changed, we on a new vector,
You can only look dope with a pocket protector.

All the ladies love me, cuz I’m so cute,
‘Specially when I’m on my phone, usin’ bluetooth.
They be like, Druda, you take me to heaven,
Cuz they all know, I’m 1 – 3 – 3 – 7.

Now don’t get mad, there’s no need to fight,
Your just a bit, and I’m a giga-byte.
Don’t hate the player, hate the game,
Keep it together, like polyurethane.

What’s with the cussin, you think you’re hard?
Did someone go and erase, yo mem’ry card?
C’mon dude, there’s no need to be crude,
All it does, is show your ineptitude.

Hey, what’s with the pushin? I ain’t no stack.
I wouldn’t of said nothing, if I knew you’d attack.
Wait a second now, is that a fist?
Can’t we just settle this, over a game of Myst?

Um, it was nice meeting you, but gotta run,
Though I’m sure stayin with you, would be a lot of fun.
But alas I gotta go, to the lib-ary,
You know, time for me to study, the dictionary.