Im gonna settle the score
ill smack you so hard through the floor
that youll burn your ass on the earths core
and you wont be able to chat shit out of it 4 a month or more
go and buy some Vaseline with a food stamp from the store
cuz this is a freestyle bitch theres no rehearsing
come and see me live
to see me cursing in person
no pre written, pre spittin
so put yous lyric book away blood clot
you think im kidding?
Cuz ive had enough of it
So think hard before you write your verse
And come back when you ve got some tougher shit
If not im coming to cut of your mullet
Stab you in the gullet
Twist it and pull it
And tell you to stop screaming like a bitch and shut it
And ill tell your mom the same the fat bitch
That’s the last time I fuck that ho she made my dick itch
My switch flip
Fuck her face down in the mud-and leave her in a deep ditch
Cuz you know my lyrics hurt
Like the time I fucked your mutha through her skirt
whatever I don’t care
my lyrics stop you in shock and make you look at the screen and stare