just like i said, i throw the first verse
breaking the bread, and making it much worse
i'll just curse
blast yurr name, and put ya in the back of a black herse
now just take a seat, open yurr ears and listen
Blunt MC, the emcee that i'm dissing
here's my ass, set yurr lips up furr kissing
the limit to lines, i set to twenty
i'm only at eight, but there's more of them plenty
there was eight, nine, i have mine up to ten
now i'm gonna back to dissing ya again
some dawgs scope chickens, while yurr scoping hens
if yurr in a three-some i don't wanna be in
who knows what you got
some chick, with a fake cock
got no condoms, y'all using tube socks
so in the end lemme make amends
it all depends, i've got enough friends
to take you out, but i don't need 'em
i got more lines for you to be feeding.


-- DNV --