Lyrics

[INTRO]
Yeah, Uh, uh
Oh yeah uh, uh
Yeah uh, uh
Oh yeah
That’s right
The Real Brian Jarvis ‘bout to tell ya what’s up, yo!

Check it out!

[FIRST VERSE]
I’m a white boy, I work at Amer-Cable,
And try to make it good every time I’m able
But sometimes it strips back
Sometimes it breaks
And I always give exactly what it takes

Well just the other day I was standin’ on the platform
Tryin’ to figure out where James Fite come from
He ain’t too smart he’s really kinda dumb
Make say, “Hey fucka’, where do ya come from?”

[CHOURS]
James Fite !
What the fuck?
He ain’t right!
Had enough!
James Fite!
Here he come!
James Fite!
I ain’t the one…

[SECOND VERSE]
Well he’ll…tell you somethin’ and you think he’s fooling
And he’s always pickin’ all the wrong toolin’
The tips too small and strands too big
This is one mutha’ fucka’ I just can’t dig

He’s always talkin’…some goofy-ass shit
Thinkin’ he’s “Einstein Cool”
Well this white boy…don’t play that shit
I’m gonna clock him out and knock him out….
And bust him in his god-damn lip’
‘Cause he’s a straight up fool

[CHORUS]
James Fite
What the fuck
He ain’t right
Had enough
James Fite
Here he come
James Fite
I ain’t the one

[THIRD VERSE]
Last week on the job, I was feeling fine,
Until he showed up, crossed that thin red line.
Talkin’ 'bout his theories, like he’s Einstein,
But I just shake my head, say, “Man, this ain’t the time.”

[CHORUS]
James Fite
What the fuck
He ain’t right
Had enough
James Fite
What the fuck he doin’
If he touched it …then it’s ruined
James Fite
What the fuck

[FOURTH VERSE]
Back on the platform, I’m watchin' the show,
And James Fite is still fuckin’ up
While he thinks he’s a pro
And this white boy, doing all I can
that goofy mutha’ fucka’ is straight up fool

[ENDiNG]
James Fite!
What the fuck?
He ain’t right!
Had enough!
James Fite!
Here he come!
Oh HELL NO!
I ain’t the one!

James Fite!
What the fuck?
What the fuck?