don't be a b***h about it

dot to ya head boy running round here not a thought tossed through ya head boy leave your ass dead boy 6 feet down ten toes underground shh not a peep not a sound you lookin like a dumb fuck i waste you away yes i mean throw chuck, toss, heave, leap bounce, quarter half ounce you couldn't measure up if you became the pound put your ass out like a stogie let the kush burn time to the rollie fire these shots and you didn't know what hit ya fill you full of holes you would think your hearing scripture when its time for me to serve i promise not to miss ya i reach and i get ya twist with a twister fuck on ya sister i am the MR jester trickster pimp wid a limp sent by a nymph-o into recourse but of course hold the line chart the course make way make room its over for you "Boom" i couldn't make a sound inside the sonic so i went beyond it surfed on the wave middle finger up as i waved you could never get enough as i wave while i wave i shift around the way cut the corner stay watch what you say do it on video rewind then replay times up time when the time dont pay paid up time with enough time dont worry this day contemplate think about might or may line it up sync wid write you out erase not a thought in my mind or on my page prolly wont respond anyway you better fuckin bring it no deviate or look away balls in your court as i check it to ya i play you like a sport then forget you out my mind like i never even knew ya