THIS BITCHS LYRICS AINT TIGHT THATS WHY HE B-WYTE
I SMOKE THIS BOY LIKE MY WEED IN MY GLASS PIPE
MY RHYMES COVER THIS FAGET LIKE A PLAGUE WITH NO OBJECTION
VERBAL POISON RUNS THROUGH HIS VAINS LIKE LETHAL INJECTION
ID REARANGE THIS BOYS WEAK BONES, HIS BLOOD ID SMOTHER
THE ONLY BITCH HES FUCKING AGAINST THE WALL IS HIS NAZI BROTHER
SALUTE THAT BITCH, THIS GUYS LIGHTS BE PUT OUT WITHIN A SLASH
HE RAPS AS IF HIS PARENTS SHOVED A BROOMSTICK UP HIS ASS
I'D KNOCK UP THIS BITCH SO BAD, ID SEND HIS WORLD REVOLVING IN A BLOODY DAZE
AFTER WE KILL THIS FAG WE SHOULD HIDE HIM IN THE BAT CAVE
MY DIALECT WOULD MAKE THIS WHITE EMCEE A ORGAN DONER
CUZ THIS BITCH IS MY KUNTA KENTE AND IM HIS SLAVE OWNER