Bitches want to hate me
Stare at me all day like I’m the tv
Tryna put me down
When I run this fucking town, wear the motherfucking crown, make your botched ego bow all the way down
And If you think this is about you.
kaching bitch boom.
Takes one to know one
Oh look, the streets miss you
But Here’s your consolation prize, I’m a psychic mind, bout to give you a glimpse into the future, of your desolate nights
mr. STD, one teste, wannabe , 99 tries but your bitch still mine, riding on top of a real 6.5, she call me whatever I want, while she got your ass on block as the man with a shrinked up cock, collecting unemployment like the jizz in your sock
So don’t fucking come for me
When you lack basic neural capacity, talking like ET, bugging out, mismatch your shit from your mouth, with all the little dick energy you be spitting out
Speaking of which your momma should’ve swallowed you
Rock paper scissors shoot.
One bitch two bitch three bitch who?
Oh look that made you
What next Horton hears a whore
Cheating on girls, when you confuse GED for your ABCs
So I suggest right now you sign a DNR for when your tiny ass brain asphyxiates from what I’m about to extricate
do I need to translate
I Got your girl dripping down my chin, while you sit and wait
Wanna play my game it’s a little like chess
You got the queens, you got the pawns, you got the traitors right and left
Correct me if I’m wrong but the rules
States eye for an eye
So let’s play eye spy
I see a douchebag scrub, that think he so fly
Telling your friends I’m just a side
Bitch please I had you between these knees
Begging for release, calling me a tease
You Never heard a grown man scream oh fuck me please
So,
Now you tryna say I’m one of the bitches, when you been on the top of this personal shit list
Designated fuck boy, but cant even hit this, need an apprentice, put you on blast relentless
Got a name for my new set list
1 hit blunder, last 5 seconds and under
Alvin and the chipmunks, then there’s you
Sequel this, taste my nuts in your mouth
Got your Eyes rolling down
Head all around, might as well tramp stamp Bottom bitch for the girls you can’t even lay down
You think I’m done, not yet
Illegal move trying to cross me
Acting like I’m yesterdays news
But when I met you I couldn’t pick you apart from a bum or a drunken flooze but I guess that’s my mistake thinking people can change
But you just an old dog, old tricks, old game, no name
Got your dick so far up your homeboys ass
This about to be a ventriloquist play
Broke back beggar
So next time you wanna say my name
I suggest you rewind the tape to when you
Claimed your a big baller, no show no caller,
But reality check, I got you wearing the chain and collar
So let me reiterate, I am the past present and future, your demise, your destruction, the downfall of Dick so small, couldn’t even sell
It for a dollar
