This chump isn't better, you aint speaking great songs
If you spitting fire then I guess i'm breathing napalm
And i'm taking it far, cut you up til your face is all scared
Stab utensils in ya throat, give u a forked tongue like the snake that u are
I'll ruin you bitch, i'm smoother with spits when i'm doing this shit
Coke dope? That thought is more ludacris then the dude in ya sig
And that's fucking true, you could never bust it smooth
Ya sig got "Murder" and coke, like what all of RV would LOVE to do
Fucking pussy, i'll beat your spits, punches from the meanest fists
I'll give you an L, K? Like that ugly latin bitch you keep beefing with
You seen this shit? I'm dope cuz I got skills, popular and hot still
While this dude is ALWAYS geekin, and he don't even pop pills
Money? You got nil, how much you make sellin cola? Ya cash is weak
I'ma mack with cheese, this dude so poor he can't even afford mac and cheese
Quit actin hard, cuz you never get the paper and score
But yea your bitch is priceless.. cuz no one wanna pay for the whore

16 homie

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