Lyrics
You say you wanna battle me, that's absurd,
You latino... You gotta speak my lang-a-uage first,
I'm quick to spit a verse, even more quick to flip the script,
On a faggot ass bitch, that has to hit his chick,
And spit all sorts of shit, and no one's even listening,
So just shut your mouth, We all tired of your bickering,
So now the plot is thickening, your heart rate is quickening,
Not because of me, because you eat too much shortening,
In short that means, you are a bit over weight,
I don't even know you dude, back away from my face,
I say what I say, you can't take that away,
I've owned bigger dudes than you, in both the way,
of weight, and also, the topic of talent,
Easiest way to de- feet you? Make you lose your balance,
Or just make you break the balance, you've got such girth,
You makin' the ground groan when you step on the earth,
So for what it's worth, I don't actually know who you is,
But from your actions, you aint a man... you's a bitch,
Which is worse, the fact that you need to hit your girl,
Or you talk to your cat, like he's your best friend in the world?
So as the truth is unfurled, let me just tell you a secret,
You ain't a thug, so stop talkin' like you street kid,
And please quit, with the 8 mile shit,
You don't got banana clips, you got banana splits...
