Lyrics
Yo, Let's start from the beginning,
You ain't some little punk, your just a little kid grining,
Over some little battles you've been winning,
Got you feeling tough, and your head start spinning,
But, Let's go back to the tapes, Ain't nobody responding,
Dawg, You must feel great but your really retarted,
All these other kids, realized thier smarter then you,
They didn't say a thing, and still they came harder then you,
You a little fake gangsta, You ain't even tough,
You better not trip son, cause your softer then fluff,
Kid, stop whining your so fucking annoying,
Pour piss on your face, if I didn't think you'd enjoy it,
And don't talk to me, I don't even like you, bitch,
Get off my dick and go suck some monkey tits,
Just ask one of your friends, while I set you ablaze,
Nah, forget the flames, since you only run with gays,
You could have all of them try and back you up,
Sing the punches lines, rap, dawg, and you still would suck,
I don't give a fuck, keep trying to push your luck,
Cause, I'll punch you in the mouth, have lookin like a Duck,
Listening to your lyrics, that's a little bit shaky,
Even if I came in handcuffs, you know you couldn't take me,
Good thing I ripped you here, to aviod the violence,
Cause then, like Nas said, we'd need a moment of silence,
