Written, Recorded, and produced by BNF
f*** Dia...nothin hard...maybe this'll get him to say sumthin...*shrugs*
Bad influence....illness at it's best...?
Lyrics
You want a punch well heres a freebie
Your sugar levels are so high I'm surprised you ain't died of diabetes
This kid is such a GLUTTON for punishment
That every time he stuffs a twinkie in his mouth he's bound to catch a high eatin
Enough with the overweight punches
You fat, pastry eatin, moon pie stuffin down ya throat motha FUCKA
Talent lackin, no skill havin little bitch
Whose the coward when you walkin round with a mic and computer tower
Duckin a battle cuz you scared
That once I shut ya mouth you wont be able to stuff another éclair in there
How you gon say you have respect
When every vet has stuffed they dick in ya mouth and down the back of ya neck (BITCH!)
Im tired of you lyin
I know the only second youve fucked longer than 5 minutes is during Daylights Saving Time
Fuck ya graphics, fuck ya beats, fuck ya writtens
Fuck ya battles, and fuck everything you claim that you were spittin
On the street corner, if you can battle there, battle here
Unless, of course, youd rather duck me surely out of pure fear
You say youve won street battles
Was it against Snuffleufugus, Big Bird, or the kid with the baby rattle
