We know he mimes, When will it be over?
You don't want it to be true, but it is you see.
With his hits, that's him faking.
I'm only hoping that he'll fall down from above

Front row with a view.
Standing right in front of me.
He mouthed all his songs at the concert.
It wasn't what we wanted.
All those duets, we hate them most.
His vocal cords, they must be toast.
We looked at him, but he primped his hair.
Baby, he's a no one.

Oh, boy, you say that in rap, he's no fool.
oh, boy, grow up, it's just Ja Rule.

Flagellation is a tender trap.
But miming is a crime.
Mic to his hips, not his lips.
Just stop the lie.
His style is hot, like Dencorub.
Screaming girls, profess love.
Then you realise that he's just a thug.
And he is just on drugs.

Oh, boy, you say that in rap, he's no fool.
oh, boy, grow up, it's just Ja Rule.

He struts on stage, just to impress.
His lips say nothing, his backing something else.
Oh boy, what if he lost power?
Boy, He would fry that hour.
Ah, you know just set his CD's on fire,
Or maybe, just put them out for hire!
That man there, he's such a liar
With his lip-synching you can't keep up.
You're just wanting to scream CUT!
Between the lines of music, he's lost in the treble, the fool.

Oh, boy, you say that in rap, he's no fool.
oh, boy, grow up, it's just Ja Rule.
Oh, boy, you say that in rap, he's no fool.
oh, boy, grow up, it's just Ja Rule.