Up late at night online surfing Myspace

come across a rapper with a funny tune and face

rapping about the ghetto yea gangsta life, his gangsta place

look a little closer, this mutha’s a real fake

He in OZ, way across the lake

what you know about being a gangsta, give it a break

talking like you really livin it the way you rap

saying you gonna put Aussie gangsta music on the map

saying not all gangstas come from the states

come to the US with that attitude, you’d be taking high stakes

You can’t freestyle, to get your speech out you need 21 takes

you call yourself a RAW-G, hahaha, freaking please

come to the states, the gangstas will have you crying on your knees

you a white boy from the land of freaking OZ

with your raps, you’ll never receive an applause

wannabe Myspace rapper, you got to many flaws

you live in hope and dreamland, you don’t know real gang laws

stop being fake, you embarrassing your country for God sake

I’m done tearing you up, let you rebound from this so your heart don’t break

You ain’t a RAW-G so stop wondering why you be the freak we all love to hate

you ain’t a raw-g and that’s why you failing at rap is pure fate

you ain’t a RAW-G, stop the crap, you won’t last

this raps done, you can’t handle another blast