(Verse)
First of all, fuck your bitch assness this shit classic i go hard on you bastards
like porn for losers who don't know who their dad is
and what's sad is the fact that i'm still makin move's
while your watchin paint dry in thin grooves
i'm the champion bitch, you can't win dude
and to my whore of a sister
more like a blister
with puss from a drifter
bitch you think to highly of yourself
lower your ego, back down to the bottom shelf
you a loser with no job and your man is a punk
'you live in a dump- god damn your a skunk--
skank, sperm bank stanky ass lump
never been shit and never will be
i'm gonna do somethin with my life, but your the future you'll still be
straight out the psych ward livin with ya husbands parents with no Diploma
a highschool drop out- cop out- should i stop now? smell the aroma
it's funny how when you call nobody picks the phone up
mom aint talked to you cuz your ass still aint grown up
nowlet me move on, to a new song, to a new flow
and just go, crazy on the mic- and just throw
bar after bar and show that i can do it
fuck the rap game this shit just became a movement
for me to step up to this fuckin mic and get ruthless
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