Im a maker of hate music...I got uses
For my high hung nooses.....for people with fake music
Then break truces....then refuses to take looses
I out grew this....took em out like play... put him on a crusifix
Hes in his knees battling....and re babblin
Them same shit over again....u out of bounds nigga and u travelin
This shits a game to yall....Fuck the whole prophecy
U bitches fame falls.....burnin and sellin ur shit on office cd's
Ur hot off the buildings coffee....Think u Got Glock in the hot seat
I drop heats.....Makin these bitches retreat
To go back to there kareokes....and make another feat.
Having half ass chorus'.....with 3 niggas on one guy
Droppin shit...with balled paper caz it took u a ton of tries
U bitches are fucken high....Going to futures events like Mc fly
Bitches.. I went back to ur futures....U guys already died
Why do u guys want it....All 3 of ur efforts are useless
Caz ur shit is fucken the pits...Like elevator music
I abused it.....Took my own style for granted
I embarrass u bitches...back like the super bowl with Janet
I know Silent J's....Ill's...and Street play's antics
So get off my dick....caz ur not back in Kansas
Ur gonna respond with Im gay...and fuck that faggot
While play and his spoonin buddies....hide them sex toys in the attic
U some dick addicts....with club match in jackets
PLaying in short skirts....with balls and tennis rackets
Dont talk guns if u never shot one....
Ur playin with the streets...3 stooges dont got none
Ur pac's sons.....After he got shot in the lungs....
Sitting on his death bed....He ripped out all ur tongs...
Sayin dont try and be me....Caz ur rymes are all shitty
And u cant be a vet MC....if ur still drinkin milk out ur moms titty
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