Ok this is my professional lyrical rape
Now you ain't got to do nothin but wait
You was crying to me sayin don't spit to late,
all those compliments sounds like you askin me on a date
If i was this chick, and I an't that big,
If i was youd probably be sayin you want my kid
This is a lyrical gunfight, and you brought a butter knife
I dont need to kill you, I already got nine lives
I did put my shit on ebay and it sold the best
the bitch that bought it was T-west