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[Intro] Who's He Who's He Nalyd E Who's He Who's He Nalyd E Who's He Who's He Nalyd E Who's that....Who the fuck is that? [Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Who is this, That young rapper you've been waiting fo' I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it I ain't hating though Because now Nalyd's hot enough to fuck with one of Satan' hoes And she can't tell the difference, I've been through hell conditions Wishing for air conditioning, Feeling God was never listening Now I'm on television, and did I fail to mention? ha Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission Speaking of positions just witness how I elevate it Real rappers celebrate it, finger fuck whoever hate it My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn Then I redecorated, that mean my tables turned Life live, might as well, only way to learn Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn So if you're selling crack, or if you're selling rap Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back [Hook] Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E You better learn to pronounce my N-A-M-E I got you seeing (Like I said, I don't know why you like it. He spells his name backwards the shit don't even make sense He's ugly too he's not even cute, Fuck you) [Verse 2: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Hey The mind state of a winner When you thinking about summertime I'm thinking about the winter When you thinking about breakfast I'm heating up my dinner I was plotting this moment back when y'all was riding spinners (vroom) Yeah I'm a menace, God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup Hungry like a rapper who ain't got the taste of fame yet Dude you're a raper but where is your chain at?” I guess it's something like your girl, boy it ain't came yet The man make the chain, the chain don't make the mane How many rappers do we know with hella ice but yet they lame? The crawled from which we came Eminem is not the same It's like we all headed to Spain they took the boat I took the plane, damn This boy's sick now hoes on his joystick Heating up like May weather, dog I'm on that Floyd shit Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? Well, they lied [Troy Clausen: Is that your girl? Well, I just G'd her, no A-Rod] [Hook] Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E You better learn to pronounce my N-A-M-E I got you seeing (He googles himself, He like..He thinks he's better than everybody else man fuck him....fuck him Nobody even knows who he is anyway) [Verse 3: Nalyd Ecitsuj] The little Nalyd that could, this little Nalyd is good Rappers claiming they sick, I heal rappers for good A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood And me? I'm fresh prince, I'm Will Smith to this hood baby Ain't saying names but we not the same All the money and the fame don't change the fact that you lame Might want to grab you a chain, might wanna buy a snapback Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack I got my finger on the trigger, tell troy , “hold that” (woah) Want picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak (say cheese) Hey, so anything you can do I can do better And any chick you can screw I can get wetter I'm young, white, gifted, live my life on the run Bet your bottom dollar before I'm done They say that I'm the one, yeah I was the one Can you believe it? Underdoggin' it [Hook] Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E Who's He Who's He Bitch I'm Nalyd E And now you know how to pronounce his N-A-L-Y-D E-C-I-T-S-U-J Get out my fucking face Fuck all ya'll You didn't like me then, You don't like me now And it ain't never gonna change so