MOB money over bitches, i guess in ur case,
That sayin jus switches,
i bet ur gurl say money over my nigga,
cuz she no's ur lights out and its time to pull the trigga/
I rap wit a flow evryone calls bigga,
jus like my dick on ur moms fourhead makes her shivva,
i ride to the depth jus to make myself happy,
so im takin u to the trenches and it might sound crappy/
I''l take my blad and slice ur adams apple,
blood will be leakin out like i hit u wit a scapple,
u dont fully nobody ur rhymes are weak, i'll cum at u wit fire that will make u shreek/ (eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek)
I no u wanna be a rapper one day,
but that would require for u to be hard and quit gay/
listen to evry fuckin word i say,
i stand by it when im ridin in my j's,
The fray, well its time to save a life,
ur gurl was ridin me so hard i was screamin iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee/
ur a bitch dont be fulled by wat he says,
50 bars from now he'll be on the street dead,
blood squirtin out evry wich way,
i'll take ur gurl and do u no wat she would say,
i always loved u i alwayz thought that broke nigga was gay/