BEAT= "Wake Up" by Missy
Black=Withersman
Crimson=Manet
A yo Mike,(Yea) I dont think they heard me the first time
(Beat Comes In)
UH!, TURN THAT MUTHA FUCKIN MUSIC UP TOPP!
I think my girl got somethin to say
I've been dubbed the "playboy bunni" for my delicious, lucious looks//
mixed up with the ability to spit rhymes that leave niggas shook//
theres consinplated, and then there are those overrated//
who get cocky, then try to stop me, but get hoverrated//
I may be polite, dont take or for weakness and push me//
I'll leave you more fucked up than Withersman fucks pussy//(HAHAHA)
And to tell you mayn, THATS FUCKED UP//
just like these other bitches who pay a nickel to suck a nut//
Who am I?, Blackatino, 5'3 I'm not tall//
and I spit rhymes crazier than Birdman's birdcall//
I'm that Outlette, that thuggette//
who got everything in check and gets muthafuckin madd respect//
the wordsmith of this femecce rappin shit//
the baddest bitch more badder than Trina and thats it//
leavin hos disabled from the blows to the brain//
my style is so insane//
(Instrumental Break for 18 seconds)
El Diablo, Got niggas raisin' up like Petey Pablo//
And I'll make a big scene like it was "Showtime at the Apollo"//
Try to hold me down, but nigga you can't take the crown//
cuz I got the queen crown, I'm the queen of the underground//
I got assault charges under my name in the system//
and a shit rack of misdemeanors under my name in the system//
and the bangin ass beats with the tempo is what I like//
and they also compare my nice style to my nigga Mike//
and when it comes to rap, I cant do nothin else but be mean//
this is more important to me than niggas to keep they ass clean//
You want my name, here's my name and a nice fresh lookin picture//
Cara Rodriguez, Put the name in your sacred scriptures//
(Instrumental Break for 18 seconds)
Who am I? that Outlaw who stay ridin on the street//
You can say I live in Hell's Kitchen cuz I take any type of heat//
it's a cold world, I guess thats why I'm cold hearted//
my tempers at the pressure, you dont wanna get me started//
(Rewind,) I dont think yall understood that last bar, here it is again
it's a cold world, I guess thats why I'm cold hearted//
my tempers at the pressure, you dont wanna get me started//
so, who am I?, I'm that type of guy//
who prays to God everyday that when he dies to let him fly//
my life is full of wounds, gun cocks, and cold knocks//
grew up from a kid to being responsible for your face being rocked//
and just two months ago, someon just had to get me shot//
I guess these niggas are tryna put me in the depths where it's hot//
it seems the world tries their hardest to get me punished//
well fuck that shit, I'll just become the leader who runs it//
Known as the Lyrical Arsonist all around the R.I.P.P.//
Danger is involved when you go against me//
This insanity has made me insane//
and I'm also too violent somethings wrong with my brain//
individuality in my mind, I just aint the same//
I guess being born on Halloween is to blame//
plus I got a gun on waist where ever I go//
thats should be enough just to let you know//
WHO AM I
DOI
RIPP
We done done it again
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