Producers,
Can you stomach this?
Record execs,
Can you stomach this?
Listening public,
Can you stomach this?
I don't think
They can stomach this.

Singers: Barely move,
We've arrived.
Think we sexy,
Think we fly.
Got no brain,
Empty inside.
DJ, jam tonight,
Spotted me a tender thang.
There you are,
Come on baby.
Why don't you wanna
Dance with me?
Can't you stomach,
Stomach me?

You gotta do much better,
If you gonna.
Play this show tonight.
You gotta work your mind,
If you gonna.
Make it not suck tonight,
Read my lips carefully,
If you like what you hear.
Move, groove, prove,
They don't run out of fear.
By the looks, you got them,
Fed up and sick of you.
Say 'goodbye' to that,
It's time for fade-out.

Singers: I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
'Coz my music's too
Superficial for ya, babe.

I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
'Coz my music's too
Superficial for ya, babe.

Listeners, can you stomach this?
Listeners, can you stomach this?
Listeners, can you stomach this?
I don't think they can stomach this

I'm about to cut you off,
Listening to this is hard.
Burn the tapes,
Break the CDs.
Rip the magazines,
Stop the DVDs.
Cool? Not!
It's no good.
Pretendin' that
You're from the hood.
Look over my shoulder,
I flip you the bird.
How can you stomach,
Stomach this?

Singers: I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
'Coz my music's too
Superficial for ya, babe.

I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
'Coz my music's too
Superficial for ya, babe.

Move your volume
Up and down.
(Eww!)
Till your songs
Hit the ground.
(Eww!)
I can't help but
Wonder why.
(Eww!)
Is being deep too
Difficult for you?
Sucks!

They play your music,
At every chance.
They want to whip
Your insipid songs till you
Slip into a trance.
You're hoping they can
Handle all this garbage
That you have.
Now let's cut the crap
And play some good jazz.

(Scatting)

Singers: I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
I don't think you're ready,
Your mind's not jelly.
'Coz my music's too
Superficial for ya, babe.