Dont Fuck with Me

Fuck your songs, disses, hold up you mothers on her knees at my crib, kiss my dong, bitch, get that thong out your twat, now we both sayin are you serious? This dudes whining and bitchin, like when he caught his little prick in his zipper, Shit, i might as well be catholic with this mass appeal, thats why i stay bangin, ya mothers and sisters while you stay crying more tears than their pussy when its drippin fom this tongue twister My lyrics be impressin the spirit, ya nonimpressive lyrics aint rockin with people they slittin wrist so much quicker cause commiting suicide sounds like a better alternative, cause listenin to your shit is like an eardrum to a splinter, you stay off hittin a beat while they got the sour face like a squinter, ya got no flame, smoke or heat, you aint even a fuckin simmer, how this dude an asshole but aint even a shitter, you and a deaf dump are more simlar, cause were not hearin shit splash hittin the surface, we filter ya bitter bicker, laughin while ya whither with ya head down like a quitter, i been more slicker with agile bars that are swifter, im like a fiery inferno, i wouldnt consider you a lit bic flicker, oops now im steppin on toes, unlike what you do in your tutus, ballerina dancing, you a damn faggot im bout to get a blender for you, fucking fruit, time is money, i wouldnt spend a second listening to you, you pronouncing vowels sounds like me emptying my bowels in your mouth, that means im shittin all over you, bitch