To Whom It May Concern - Black Sheep

You know what? 
Huh? 
You know what? 
What? 
You know what? 
You know what? 
The 
Sugar D I C D A D I E 
That's just a title, explaining who I be 
Mista L A W N G E 
I take a sucker from any phil and injure thee 
Now that I've spelled it out 
And you like the way it sounds 
I'm dissing rap music 
and rap music on the grounds 
You say I'm full of sheep 
And for that I give a pound 
The Sugar Dick Daddy 
Mista Lawnge to break it down 
Ladies, step to me for a real neat treat 
And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge 
You can call me sweet meat 
I wear protection, you won't catch claps here 
Come over later, but first go get a pap smear 
Nine point five okay dear? 
And don't forget clean underwear 
Cause I don't want the funk to flow 
After after I'm done, yo ya gotta go 
'Don't you know ho, don-tcha know ho' 
Okay enough is enough, time to get that off my bladder 
And dig deep into the subject matter 
You know what? 
You know what? 
I'm sick and tired of rappers not real 
And suckers makin' it with a pop feel 
Labels signin acts with nuff bills 
Tax write off, cause you have no skills 
You go make a demo 
get a deal and start to sprout 
Gold, platinum, and then start sellin out 
You get a Benz and trash the Nova 
Double platinum, and start crossin over 
Then you get fall, I won't give examples 
HINT HINT, they use the same old samples 
But not the Sheep 
for we are sleek and unique 
Top of the peek and others are weak 
Follow the words that I speak 
The situation is bleak 
But this is the fly shit that