This goes out to rektro lisk who loves to talk shit
Story behind the song
he's a bitch
Lyrics
This little mothafucka says the rhymes that I'm spittin is bitten, this little shit must be shittin me, You piece of shit MC, Yo mama told you not to play wit fire, now didn't she? But you still fuckin wit me which is like playin wit matches, I fuckin burn you and I leave you in ashes, And I bake you in ovens like a Aryan fascist, and then I BOMB like nuclear flashes, Don't blame me cuz yo mama makes money lyin flat on a mattress, You say I copied off of Nasty Nas, Jealous cuz you spit nothing but lame songs, While my rhymes buzzworthier than chain saws, MC’s shudder when you pick up the mic, cuz yo rhymes make no sense, like a dick up a dyke, You act like you is fuckin runnin wit a gangsta-clic, Yo rhymes is WEAK cuz that's all you got the strength-to-spit, Act like you's a thug but you's really a faggot, You couldn't use a "tool" if you was Inspector Gadget, If you got a weapon, fool, pull-that-trigga, If you wanna thug where you wanna duel-at-nigga? I ain't no G but I'm quick to be slappin-down-a-punk-bitch, You ain't no MC yo rappin-sound-like-drunk-spits, You talk shit and talk tough, But I'm callin yo bluff, talk shit to me, lil bitch, now let's see whassup? You bitch made you is just a fuckin fake-ya-know, you even fake-ya-flows, and make a nigga have to break-ya-nose, You the type to talk-shit, start a fight and then get socked-quick, Go down faster than a hooker on a soft-dick, You’d think this kid was a G, the way he fuckin runs-his-mouth, But he first to piss his pants the second that the guns-is-out, you rap like kids wit speech impediments-talk, My wrath is like a bomb, you had to go settin-it-off, is my point gettin-across, you got me steamed, this is how I'm fuckin lettin-it-off, but I'm warnin all bitches who only got shit-in-ya-raps, don't hit me up unless you really want me hittin-you-back