Lyrics
We all feel-ya-very-soft so just chill-n-bear-the-loss, and 'keep the bugs away'.. cuz your skill is 'wearin OFF'!
You entered the tourney but tell me what-is-the-purpose
When I'm a 'ring Masta/ringmaster' like I'm runnin-the-circus!
Made the song Nobody cuz ya simply-a-failure
That 'can't get on the air' like an empty-inhaler!
Stop for the booth's-sake, ya on my nerves like toothaches
Shoot me and you'll die for it like Proof's-fate!
Even you don't feel ya heat like you got some oven-mittens
Man you shoulda been the 'last seed' like a youngest-siblin!
Got ya panties in a bundle when it comes time to rumble
So only time you see the 'wild life' is when ya in the jungle!
On the mic you fumble so stop-the-hating-man
Ya skills 'blow all around' like an oscillating-fan!
Man ya gotta-surrender cuz you're not-a-contender
And I know 'you won't fuck with me' like the opposite-gender!
I'm knockin-ya-splendor and I'm killin-ya-props
Cuz ya punches 'miss T/misty' and we ain't feelin-ya-drops!!
