FB's punches like played jokes... they only slightly amuse-us
N' only ice he carries...is the shit to cover his cuts and bruises (avi)
His beggin' for hard blows... like porn-stars on high pay
Try to bond with me, ya won't haf the chance to "die another day"
Sayin his on my level, but his tresspassin on unfamilair territory
Pourin cold water on my dick in tha mornin... only way he'll take my glory*
Say you've had enough, like spoiled kids gettin force fed to fatten up
Every time he want's a vote, reaction he gets is "Time to saddle up"
Finishin FB's career faster than food at Ethiopians free-all-you-can-eat drives
Cause i fuck up this pussy worse than fingering bitches with kitchen-knifes


Waitin for you...