I'm the illest rapper (i gotta juice the dogs) ayo lately im patrollin corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters she got a problem so i scorn her the temp rising too much for me, getting warmer i was the only real bitch, not a performer had to put up these walls, had to put up these borders become an explorer, become a warrior i was the menu they made an order rude cause im shorter treated me like a foreigner they mad cause i got bulletproof condoms you mad cause i like being on bottoms like you got problems you never could understand quantums i do everything yo mom does yuh sticky fingers and tongues (on my FUCKING BED) maybe youre mad cause im a red head was it something i said? or was it something you led? that instead spread a friend to being misled in my head i know its something unsaid id rather you dead than you get ahead bend the truth, alleged i know you pretend i no longer defend the acts that you did i hope are condemned i dont care if i offend im tired of tryna fend (ayo gotta juice the dogs)