What A Waste Of Space

Verse

Yo, little bro, you're 7 and still whack

Can't do your homework, always lookin' back

At me, to save you, like a crutch, every time

But your brain's a mess, and your rhymes are so unkind

You blame me for everything, it's gettin' old

Broke your computer, now your funk's cold

You dance like a goof, got the moves so wrong

Funk Brazilian music, all day, all night, all wrong

You're like a broken record, skip, skip, skip

Can't think for yourself, always on my tip

Need help with your ABCs, and your 1, 2, 3s

You're a mess, little bro, and it's plain to see

Your funk music's annoying, it's like nails on a chalk

Make it stop, make it stop, before I go berserk, yo

You're 7, but you don't think right, it's a cryin' shame

Got your funk, got your dance, but you're still to blame

Chorus

Na-na-na, little bro, you're a mess

Na-na-na, can't do nothing, I must confess

You're dumb, you're slow, you're always on my case

Na-na-na, little bro, what a waste of space

Na-na-na, funk Brazilian music, it's whack

Na-na-na, you're a joke, and you're always lookin' back

Na-na-na, little bro, you need to step your game

Na-na-na, or you'll always be the one to blame