she callin me boring
I gots to laugh
if I went down to freak nic, itd be hard to spot your ass
cuz, you don't have one
compassion
I have none
god m.c
killin out there, I tag them
g-o, from g-o fame
gold chain
gold bottles
gold wrappers, the magnums
ima tell why you mad ma
doin ya little diddy
press play
but I had to laugh
couldn't tell if that was a verse
or an essay
I was watchin the hornets lose to s.a
and I joke to myself
I'm battlin on okp
but who the hell would
vote for theyself?
I d. stern
note to the refs
she on some donaghy shhh
stab you in the back
right in front of me shhh
don't come to me with
a bunch of cliches'
callin them creative
chickadee
the history is
that's plagarism
and I'm readin it verbatim
you hatin
beef the only way we speak chick
had a whole week
and you came up with that weak shit
ain't close to decent
I hope it ain't your hardest
that's the best you can do?
you call yourself an artist?
that's the farthest
from the truth
you're a novice
regardless of your roots
when I saw your verse
it was like the king verdict
I started to loot
then I hit new york
switched flavors
started to hoop
shoots
I heard jordan likes your type
but unless you want your ear bit
and privates touched
stay the fuck away from mics
I lay the pipe
dames have told me
ease up
so ma
next time you wanna talk to god
make sure the floor
and your knees touch