Kanye, don't cry
You can be a gold digger, baby
You can also do anything you want
My time, my time of listening to you
I miss that time as i do of Late Registration
I find, I find your lyrics offensive
what do you think I bloody am, K-Mart

Kanye West
he's all you can have
turning each other around
but i know that now
Kanye West
he's the Psy of rap
but he's no 'Gangam Style'

Kanye, don't cry
you can reply on me, homie
but you can do anything you want
College Dropout
that record to me is like Odelay
but sadly without the Dust Brothers
Oh shite
Oh shite, i know that now
Cos I can play my Wilco now

Kanye West
he's all you can have
shouting his lyrics out
Live Through This is boss
Kanye West
he's no Psy
and he sadly aint no Billy Bragg

Kanye, don't sigh
you can rely on me, bitches
and i cant do anything I liked
I try, I try
without the Busta Rhymes mind
because 'Woo-Ah' used to be my earworm

Kanye West
he's all we can get
Jeff Buckley is missed these days
let me tell me that
Kanye West
he ain't Mark Lamarr
and he ain't no Beth Orton
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Kanye West
he's all we can get
Turning us into Beethoven