My bad fool I just now saw this in front lines


Aight:


yo name was jack & u had a bitch called jill//
yalls hick-asses went up the hill//
but yo clumsy ass took a spill cracked yo head and was called Mos Ill//
I'm keepin it real i aint here ta diss im here for the kill//
I saw yo faggety-ass kid at a dance recital & and I asked em if he was "Jack's son" i said his daddy's like Michael//
man u got no will insteada bein real and rob-armed u gotta go quietly and steal//
My dics so big its gotta be compared with benches//
yo's is so small it aint even measured in inches//
who u pissin in ya pants wishin somebody besides ugly ass jill would look at u and decide to take a chance//
u cant get no girls to dance and its all because u as Ill as France// (who i hate)