n ya cant even handle her

u take to long bitch

what are u pre writing lyrics now . . . . wackness at its best

handle who . . your moms
she knocks on my door every night

cant knock my hussle bitch

askin u if she can have a bite
of that fat cheeseburger
that ya moms been chewin on for quite
a while now, she is loosin her smile
gettin consumed by the fat
there aint no turn back
tibo wont even work on that

i guess masterbater mc is a little puss and can come back
fagot mother fuckers like that should just step back
and feel the spray of my m-80s reaction cocked back

the m-8o might sway me
but the stomp of ya moms
will make me calm
its a 5.0 on the ericter
i'm jus gonna have to evict her

tibo . . that cant save your moms
she got to do fucking marathons and shit
she attacks the fat food group like a rabid dog
everytime your moms done shes huffin and puffin
like she got problems

im tired of talking about this corny shit
im all about this money shit
how can i afford your moms if she eats everything
running me out of house and home
i had to kick her ass out
but she would fit through the door

ya mom is like a snake she jus swallows
she like a volcano he stomach always is hollow

try jenny craig

yo i saw youor moms at the football game . . .
she was the blimp

as she walks in the market she like to beg
she spent all her money last week on eggs

better watch your back before my mac comes out
turns u out and shoots back out another round
falling to the ground . . . while your brain remains sound
until i end it by taking the gat and bust u in the back
brain ozzing out of your cerabelum
your crew sayin i tried to tell em