YOU TALKIN BOUT GUTS & RIPPIN OFF MY NUTS
BUT UR THE CUNT THATS GETTIN DROPPED LIKE THE ASH FROM MY BLUNT//YOU MIGHT COME COLD I ADMIT, BUT HERES HOW THE STORY SHOULD BE TOLD U LIL BITCH, ILL BE THE ONE MAKING U CRY SCREEMING I FOLD IN THE DITCH//YES I DID TELL U BUST FIRST, SO I COULD RETAILIATE & SEND A CURSE FASTER THAN A 3 SHOT BURST, SENDING YA VERSE DIRECTLY TO THA HURSE//NOW IM KICKING UP DIRT, STICKING MY DICK UP YA SKIRT, TAKING YA DAUGHTERS VIRGINITY WHILE U AT WORK// ITS COOL I DOTN WANAN TONGUE WORDS ANYWAY, THE ONLY THING I TONGUE IS UR GIRL WHEN U AWAY, EVERYDAY BEHIND UR BACK, I AINT LETTING DOWN MY GUARD THATS A FACT//"MIC B COULDNT SNIPE ME", BUT MY SHITS POETIC, THATS WHY I WHIP THEE WIT MY EPIDEMIC//RAPPING ABOUT RIP GUT SHIT, MAN GET UR OWN STYLE U AINT BROTHA LYNCH, IF I COPIED OTHA PEEPS I COULD FLOW LIKE A SINCH//IF U ONLY U KNEW MY TRUE M.O.,ITS WHEN UR MOM IS USING MY DICK AS A DILDOE,MAN IM VERBALY ABUSING UR SHOULDER DOWN TO UR ELBOW//THE REASON IM FILLIN IN FOR BATES, CAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS THAT UR FATE, COULDNT RELATE TO BATES WHEN MIC B REGULATES//CLAIMING NUMBER 1 DRAFT PICK WHEN U AINT EVEN UP TO PAR, YOUR JUST A LIL SPECTACULE IN MY EYE, SO SMALL I EAT U UP THEN CAUGH U OUT LIEK TAR, JUST A LIL STAR IN THE SKY, FACING ME WONT GET U VERY FAR CAUSE ALL ENEMIES TEND TO DIE, U WONDER WHY, CAUSE MIC B'S BACK UP IN THIS FOR GOOD BTICH DONT CRY. SiDEwAyS