A finger, a hand, a gat in the palm
A hat on my head, it’s happen to storm
Ya rappin’ is calm, u could never shake a ant
U not a friend so when we shake, I brake ya hand
U as fake as men in dresses, u cross dressin’, don’t forget ya vest
It’s not aftermath but after dead u’ll be restless
I dig out ya casket n undress ya chest kid
Steel ya lung n leave u breathless…
BesT cuts ya tits off, leave u breast-less
Believe u left kid, u ain’t got the right to be right
Seems like ya mind ain’t too bright
u don’t get what’s meant by admiring guys
it means to idolize….first u bitch…now u trying to hide
tight?…man I’m trying to find…a piece of ya work
some steez or a word…even asked ya mom about it
but she just gave me a piece of ya shirt….n said that’s all
described u as three feet tall…and added looser
so u’s a plastic bitch abuser…who choose ta hate
but wait…before u let that set in ya brain
I’ll get u insane…yep…step in ya head…shit on ya brain
Shit on ya lawn…clappin’ this cat…bitch u is gone
Like N’Sync…I spin-kick like I’m spawn
U Torn like Nataly Imbruglia…I’m trough wit cha
Cat…man it’s the NET…get it clear…I’m not Elliot Ness
I’m BeRLin’ S BesT but Jay get this here….
Pump ya brakes Baby…U don’t know who u fuckin’ with…..
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