Skinny D and Eminem are fast-talking hip-hop artists, but that is where the comparisons begin, or does it end? But it’s been known around KVSC for a while that he has had a long-running beef with Jim Gray who doesn’t pass up an opportunity to drop a knowledge diss on Skinny. We are not completely sure where the fracture occurred, but Jim may have threatened Skinny’s grade and he may have responded with something about ass rabies and the battle was on!
This was the Posse’s signature production for 2019 and involved multiple goats and their talents. Check the video tab because when we do something, we go hard!
Producers: Bear, Cougar Bait
Writers: Bear, Captain F., Cobby, Coco, Cougar Bait, Honey Trap, Jam-Oooh!, Skinny D
Vocals: Bear, Honey Trap, Skinny D, FoP Kiera
Y’all know me, just the Prof J.G.; this s’all ‘bout me
Hated on by most these students in Mass Comm, stay long, work K V –
Enrollees get C’s; no shows with grade appeals, gettin’ D’s
Mad at me cause they be too la-zy to work hard, n’ earn mo’ A’s n B’s
An office in the back and its chock full of crap, Some day’s gonna fall
Like a trap, keeping out Ryan Japs, he like to snoop n’ steal all my goodies
You think Imma let you use my Keys? Son, please
You wanna fly drones in no breeze? How you think you gonna avoid trees?
Who you think taught you how to breathe?
Pronounce Zs, say words, and all techniques
The broadcasting A-B-Cs
And the class that taught you about nasality
Taught you to track with Adobe
Co-py and paste ‘til you know that it’s done
And when your G P A wasn’t looking too good
Who’s the prof that they told you to go see
Y’all better listen up closely, all you students say I grade easy
Check rate my prof, ya’ll be thinking I’m only as hard as a two three
I’ll fail y’all, all of y’all; if y’all don’t like it, drop me
I’ll knock your grade into the ground, I’m not just J.G., I am the O.G.
Paraphrase is the way he likes to talk, cuz he gots nothing to say
And nothing comes out, just a brain eclipse
Plus the ego’s vigorous
So that cocky ass bitch thinks it’s all about Gray
Paraphrase is the way he likes to talk, cuz he gots nothing to say
And nothing comes out, just a brain eclipse
Plus the ego’s vigorous
So that cocky ass bitch thinks it’s all about Gray
So what do you say to a teacher named Gray?
One that doesn’t think that you deserve an A
Wanna say your piece; think you’ll get your way?
Then you’ve never met a teacher named Mister Gray
So let’s say, that you’re just a guy; you’re too far gone ‘n’
His class is too dry; then I cross an eye
He will fail your ass, without an afterthought
Shouldna’ shown up high
He don’t give a shit if you pass or not
Test harder than a Harden dunk on Lebron
If you flunk you suck
Parks next to a panda man truck in the Stewart lot
Public safety got it blocked
Drinks a pop
KVSC Director Ops
He will quiz you and flunk dumb-ass motherfucking student flops
And when the bill comes due
O-M-G not more than just a clubhouse
With an ass load of clowns and a handful of Azteks
Bunch-a tech drop-outs
From here on out, it’s us against him
Not fearing him cause he’s really “Just Jim”
And we all fed-up enough to not go to class, really just to fuck with him
Jim Gra-ay, meaner than a dog with ass rabies
Makes a project due, just to get back at you
Then your grade goes down to the mid-80s
“No need to be hasty”
“Sorry, Jo, but I been lazy”
“No hair; you can’t shave me”
Fuck you; you cannot grade me
(That’s harsh!)
Paraphrase is the way he likes to talk, cuz he gots nothing to say
And nothing comes out, just a brain eclipse
Plus the ego’s vigorous
So that cocky ass bitch thinks it’s all about Gray
Paraphrase is the way he likes to talk, cuz he gots nothing to say
And nothing comes out, just a brain eclipse
Plus the ego’s vigorous
So that cocky ass bitch thinks it’s all about Gray
Because it’s up to me, all you motherfucks are gett-ing a C
With your sad face looking up at me, like I’m the Giving Tree
But when you needed some help, you wasn’t even mailin’ me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like I do jobs for free
But you too damn dumb for me
‘Cause you from the streets of Fargo
Raised in the Falls
Way up by the border
Dontcha know that I’ve flown ‘em all
Now you run around talking ‘bout planes; like you ever flown one
What? You think you fly at all?
Well ya can’t takeoff
Now all I get is hate mail all day saying, “R’dio X-off!”
What, So you think I’m a crab, but I’m here and I’m glad
Tryin’ to get this damn station off
I ain’t havin’ that, Alex’s ideas all lack the math
O.M.G’ll be nothin’ thanks to that
So give me one more platinum plaque, Big Pimpin’, down to Vegas n’ back
So where’s all my damn students at?
Famous in St. Cloud, remember that!
Make yer heart pit pat!
Know that I wear so many hats
Got a skill set that can’t be matched
Paraphrase is the way he likes to talk, cuz he gots nothing to say
And nothing comes out, just a brain eclipse
Plus the ego’s vigorous
So that cocky ass bitch thinks it’s all about Gray
Paraphrase is the way he likes to talk, cuz he gots nothing to say
And nothing comes out, just a brain eclipse
Plus the ego’s vigorous
So that cocky ass bitch thinks it’s all about Gray
Paraphrase is the way he likes to talk, cuz he got nothing to say
And nothing comes out, just a brain eclipse
Plus the ego’s vigorous
So that cocky ass bitch thinks it’s all about Gray
