Eeny Meeny Miny Moe Injury Reserve

[Chorus: Ritchie with a T]
Eeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeah
Catch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeah
Couple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeah
Catch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeah
Couple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeah
Catch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeah
Couple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eeny meeny miney moe, yeah, yeah, yeah
Catch a rapper at his show, yeah, yeah, yeah
Couple dollars let him blow, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who’s up next? I don’t know, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Ritchie with a T]
Ah! We made it
Ah! We made it

[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
Damn, oh shit, yeah
Ain’t nobody really fuck with your shit, yeah
You ain’t really, really made no hits, yeah
Me? Shit, I made “Oh Shit!!!,” yeah
They created your ass with a plan, bro
From clothes to the pics to the fans, yo
See they love what you make, not what you stand for
Got they black Pinocchio with the round nose
Post him up in the mall for a fucking photo
Don’t let him team up, make that nigga solo
Ask the the hood what they think: “Man, that nigga so-so”
We don’t care who your daddy, like that nigga JoJo
They going to do what it take to make some fucking mo' dough
New trends, new ends, revenue get slo-mo
Ain’t nobody really care about that nigga no more
Let him go, drop him off, make that nigga go