Somebody bring my beat back
This a Sy Track
Lets get it right im here to expose wack
Neva catchin me hold back
Nigga looking like spak wit them ears
and still not on star track
now how you heard that
gun in ya hand jak
who told you to hold that
you aint even the image of a gangster
you just snappin the Kodak
Jon Breeze
I heard ya wack shit
Sound like ya old bitch
Tryna swallow my whole dick
Everybody then ran through her
But to you it’s a tight fit
Been rappin all ya life
And don’t even have one hit
That’s a damn shame
Ill blast tha fuck ya damn brains
Till ya shit resemble a rice grain
Ima be real all ima use is a pen and a pad
But you a bitch so guess all you gotta use is a pen a pad
You reppin a fake hood but watch Sherwood get at you
Leave ya body on the ground wit red shirt to match you
You aint real nigga ya boys can get it to
Betcha probably takin it up the ass just cuz they did it to---
You don’t wanna take two
Remember when we had that fight and I wuz taggin yo ass
After you got up neva seen ya run so fast
Hit the windshield broke the glass
Call me jenny craig ill knock the fuck outa slim fast
Think the song done
Nigga ya fuckin the wrong one
Wonder how ya mom feel
She let out the wrong one
Ment have a baby
Came out wit a pussy for a son
Actin hard
When you to pussy to pull a gun
Now you tryna get ya shit noticed on myspace
Now you invading my space
Get the fuck out my face
Somebody betta teach a pussy
And show him his place
Ugly mothafucka youll get closed like the simpson case
Now be real you aint neva pop a jigga
You lyin own mind you aint neva pull a trigga
You just a backstage minimum wage type nigga
Carrin bags flauntin yo ass type nigga
Still get allowance not even makin ya own cash type nigga
While ima ready bash and woop someone ass type nigga
On some real shit
I heard when you was fuckin yo chick
She was more of a man then you
She made you suck on her shit
She had you screamin you my boo
When she pulled out her dick
Nigga you own some wrong shit
Sylence have ya dome split
I ran outa space to fuck up
But you can get whats left
Have like a fuckin asmatic the way he reaching for his breath
And you claimin that you unsigned hype
You unsigned for a reason
You might as well get rid of ya mic
Put that shit on the table and call it night
Strap it away and tie it tight
Cuz I wont be tha first time you den lost a fight
