[Intro: Bugz]
Yeah, y'all faggots—
(Hear me? Yeah.. ready set.. then take shit)
Y'all, the fuck? Who wanna battle, what?
None of y'all, do you? (no)
Dirty Dozen, Outsidaz (what?) bitch
Who wanna battle?
Song dedicated to Geeney....
[Verse One: Bugz]
Gimmie some hash, and when I trip nigga give me a mask
Then after that lend me a mag and gimmie yo' cash
That precious thing you call a life, I put an end to, fast
Get in your ass if you unhappily leave Eagle Man (yeah)
You in a see through glass, don't pay much to breeze through class (bitch)
You broke as fuck and on the bus because your Regal’s smashed
This shit is lethal, fag, battle me, I keep you mad
Put you in a sleeper, drag your ass to the reaper’s pad
Either blast, or feel the wrath of my heater, lad
Lyric punches makin meters blast, turn your speaker out
Rear, club, or anywhere where it’s people at
They love my tape, couldn't care where they leave's you at
Your girl's a rat, tell that ho I'm not gon' beep her back (beep, beep)
Don't need her, black, got too many other neater rats
Who heater fat? I bet your gat ain't fuckin wit’ my gat
I'm loading lyrics, sayin’ the vocals that you almost clap (clap clap)
Don't clap, you more wack than a cold sack
You shown that when you blow, that's a known fact
Clone rap, sucka MC fraud, need to pick another fued
What? And find you a job, or either go out and rob because
Rappin ain'tcha function, you outta place
Like a two of hearts and two of diamond in a game of spades
While my innovative ways, shoot ya lyrics to a blaze
Put a grimace on your grave, I'mma Guinness on the page
The history, putting sucka niggas out they misery
It's not a mystery, my victories are bodacious (hah)
It wouldn't matter if the judge is racist
And I was battling’ your aces in your bitches basement
I'm unfuck-witable, thats literal, face it, the general
The sisters of a senate-al, holdin on my genitals
Right before I send the blows, down to earth like minerals
Even after centerfolds (grr arf!) the videos, my evil goes
Incognito hoes, I'mma skitle bros, meaning biter
I hope you niggas catch a case of arthrit-ah
You ain't no riders, and still don't even have a slider
I D’ her when you need me, we gon' burst in into fighters (yeah, yeah bitch!)
You motherfuckin biter
Yeah, y'all faggots—
(Hear me? Yeah.. ready set.. then take shit)
Y'all, the fuck? Who wanna battle, what?
None of y'all, do you? (no)
Dirty Dozen, Outsidaz (what?) bitch
Who wanna battle?
Song dedicated to Geeney....
[Verse One: Bugz]
Gimmie some hash, and when I trip nigga give me a mask
Then after that lend me a mag and gimmie yo' cash
That precious thing you call a life, I put an end to, fast
Get in your ass if you unhappily leave Eagle Man (yeah)
You in a see through glass, don't pay much to breeze through class (bitch)
You broke as fuck and on the bus because your Regal’s smashed
This shit is lethal, fag, battle me, I keep you mad
Put you in a sleeper, drag your ass to the reaper’s pad
Either blast, or feel the wrath of my heater, lad
Lyric punches makin meters blast, turn your speaker out
Rear, club, or anywhere where it’s people at
They love my tape, couldn't care where they leave's you at
Your girl's a rat, tell that ho I'm not gon' beep her back (beep, beep)
Don't need her, black, got too many other neater rats
Who heater fat? I bet your gat ain't fuckin wit’ my gat
I'm loading lyrics, sayin’ the vocals that you almost clap (clap clap)
Don't clap, you more wack than a cold sack
You shown that when you blow, that's a known fact
Clone rap, sucka MC fraud, need to pick another fued
What? And find you a job, or either go out and rob because
Rappin ain'tcha function, you outta place
Like a two of hearts and two of diamond in a game of spades
While my innovative ways, shoot ya lyrics to a blaze
Put a grimace on your grave, I'mma Guinness on the page
The history, putting sucka niggas out they misery
It's not a mystery, my victories are bodacious (hah)
It wouldn't matter if the judge is racist
And I was battling’ your aces in your bitches basement
I'm unfuck-witable, thats literal, face it, the general
The sisters of a senate-al, holdin on my genitals
Right before I send the blows, down to earth like minerals
Even after centerfolds (grr arf!) the videos, my evil goes
Incognito hoes, I'mma skitle bros, meaning biter
I hope you niggas catch a case of arthrit-ah
You ain't no riders, and still don't even have a slider
I D’ her when you need me, we gon' burst in into fighters (yeah, yeah bitch!)
You motherfuckin biter
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