You think I cant spit? Aint no way I'm losin this battle of wits
I'll have you lickin my clit, callin it quits, rushin to scrawl down your own rapbattle obits,
Stack the odds against me, fuck your rap masters degree
I'll get decreed the illest femcee cuz I got all your boys jackin off long-lasters to me
I'm a cocky bitch? PLEASE, bout as much truth callin your mom a dick tease
when she got every god-forsaken disease, openin her knees to every nigga that breathes
You claim you attracted as much n' haven't whacked it, so... you...what?
got your dick impacted in a fat chick then claimed you were 'distracted' before you could retract it?
Now don't be confused cuz I aint your fat slut, I don't breed smut...but
Seems your dick was in a low grade production rut THEN took a substantial budget cut
But that's ok, I'll take your lips and tongue combined
and let you blow my mind, spittin dirty and unkind the kind of maligned shit that aint undermined
Bet you wish you were a real chameleon and could up and disappear
Cuz I strung you like a bonified B2K queer n' made your body go 'bum bum bum' like a diddy puppeteer
I gotcha identically dressed, short of breath, pop-locked through the chest
but ya still tryin to mumble over cardiact arrest 'we are da best of da best so fuck da.....' *death*