We know we are giving you exactly what you want: publicity you do not deserve. But the Gods of Music demand that we present you with our own dis track: It is said that your sexual stamina may not be fully adequate to satisfy your partner! You have problems digesting milk properly! You occasionally forget to apply underarm deodorant, thereby producing an unpleasant odor!
Bah, this is not our way. Let us state it plainly: You are a sniveling coattail-grabber, no more than a child rubbing his own feces into his hair so that Daddy will pay attention. Attend to the mote in your eye, and leave Jay-Z alone. Maybe he and Nas will fight again, and each song produced will bring more pleasure than your entire career. It is written.